Alicia Raven Nude Novels & Stories

The living room is fully transformed into a high-fashion showroom. I turn to the maid. “What’s going on—?” But before she answers, a tall, slim woman walks toward me. She is… stunning. Not ordinary stunning. Fashion-editorial stunning. She’s dressed in a breathtaking two-piece set, something minimalistic but extremely expensive, the kind of outfit only people who smell like money wear. She extends her manicured hand. “Good day, Ms. Diana. I’m Cece Louvel, CEO of Louvel.” I almost drop my novel.

I said. Lena was going to say something when her phone vibrated. "I think I got a notification," she said, unlocked her phone, and clicked on it. Her phone was in my line of view, so I saw the picture on display before the screen went black as she turned it off. My jaw ticked, my hands clenching hard at the sheets. Why the hell was Riven in the arms of another woman?

Lowering my lips I brushed them lightly against her earlobe and would have grinned when she went still if I wasn't so pissed with her. And I couldn't fucking understand why I was pissed. "Raven, who the hell is he?" I whispered again, wrapping my hands around her waist. If I had to get her to talk. Then I fucking will. Trailing my fingers up the black body con top she wore, my eyes fell on the visible mounds of her tanned breasts. An image of her out in the open, naked as she tanned herself in the sun slipped into my head. How could a woman be so fucking shameless?! With a growl, I reached underneath her breasts and propped them higher, a ridiculous desire to see if they were entirely tanned

Fuck, just fucking great… this was going to be so fucking stressful… - An hour later the scent of delicious dishes, mixed with Raven’s scent filled the dining room, I had just set the table, and everyone had just arrived. Raven looked fucking fine, dressed in a black halter dress that left most of her back on show, paired with net tights and boots. The only colour in her look was her deep blue earrings that matched her hair and the same colour that touched her smoky eyes. Her lips painted a gorgeous nude that made them look oh so fucking tempting. I looked away from her, just as Aunty Monica and Damon who had just entered. Shit, thanks to my own fucking ego, I never bothered finding out how

Charlotte looks from the outside as they don’t wait and rush upstairs. Ayleen rushes after them too and Charlotte follows. She keeps the cake on the table and runs upstairs. “Oh my God!” She hears Ayleen cry out before she sees anything. When she reaches where Ayleen is standing, she leans to the side to see what has happened and when she does, her heart drops in her stomach. Matt and Theo are carrying a naked Kira out of what she assumes to be a bathroom. She is wet and covered in blood. Little drops of blood are oozing out of the cuts on her arms and legs but the blood is gushing out of the cut on her right wrist.

She quickly covered her eyes with her hands, while blurting out, "Yikes! Ally, I've already seen enough nakedness to last for seven lifetimes! You've corrupted my poor innocent eyes! No need to show me even more. I just can't handle it!" Alicia rolled her eyes. "Urrgh! What will I do with you, Angie? You're such a drama queen! For your information, we were completely under the covers, all you saw were both of our faces. And now, I have a duvet covering my entire body so you can open your 'poor innocent eyes'."

Alessia's eyes glow with that same white light now, her hair whipping in unseen wind, and Cyre's arms lift slightly to steady the air around them both. Then it stops. All of it. No wind. No scream. No glow. Just silence. And then Raven breathes. Sharp. Coming as rasps at first. Then it becomes slow and steady. Her eyes open fully now - molten gold, but human in shape. The slit is gone. She blinks up at the ceiling, dazed, then turns her head. Her voice is hoarse but clear. "... Alessia?" My hand is already at Alessia's waist, pulling her back to me.

Ravenna Roberts was on her knees in the center of the dark room, completely naked except for the tight black leather collar around her delicate neck. The faint red light from a lamp bathed her fair skin, highlighting the generous curves of her heavy breasts, her slim waist, and her large, round, perky ass that she kept slightly raised, like a silent offering. Her knees ached against the cold wooden floor, but the pain only made her pussy throb harder, already wet with anticipation.

He was something else. Raven stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, a towel wrapped tightly around her damp skin. Her body was betraying her, breasts flushed, lips still swollen. And the ache… God, the ache. She dragged the towel off and ran a cool hand down her thigh, then up between her legs. She was soaked again. Pathetic. She clenched her jaw, ignored the need clawing inside her, and got dressed in black jeans and a simple crop top that showed a sliver of skin. Just enough to tempt. Just enough to play her part.

“It’s starting to look like a proper pack out there,” I can’t hide my smile when I hear Raven’s voice from behind me. “Raven,” I gasp, turning to see her standing in the doorway of my room with Roan in her arms. “Lily, you look so beautiful,” Raven smiles, despite looking exhausted and run down from what I would guess is a lack of sleep. I blush standing in front of her, wearing a lavender white ombre A-line floor length gown with a large slit up to my thigh on one side.