Allie Sherlock Nude Novels & Stories

“Who alone was meant to see the images? I thought you knew better than this, Dahlia. You’ve handled so many cases like this.” Her words blurred into nothing. My eyes were glued to the image of me standing in my room, as naked as the day I was born, smiling at the camera like I had just won a trophy. I zoomed in and out, hoping to find a sign that it was photoshopped, but the truth was painfully clear. My nudes had been leaked. The only thing covering the little dignity I had left were three small tape emojis, two over my nipples and the last one between my thighs. Every other part of my body was so exposed that even a half-blind person would be left with nothing to imagine.

Mathilda explained. "No! She is lying. I didn't kill her and what proof she has." Athena was confident that without any proof police won't touch her. "I have all the proofs of your illegal supplying of drugs and killing innocent children." Celestine nodded her head to Brad and he plugged the USB into the big projector. It was a short video clip where she choked a 10 years boy to death and threw his body to the wolf. The big screen flashed with photographs of Athena taking money for drugs and dagger in her hand.

Tristan had a confused look on his face too, so I clarified. "Tristan this is my mom." His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he shook her hand with a curt greeting. "Quite close with the detective don't you think?" She whispered next to me with a hint of disapproval." And what on earth happened to Sheldon?" "Sheldon is dead mother" I stated flatly, being quite annoyed with her accusation. That seemed to shut her up as her strides slowed and I heard her mumble something under her breath. I turned the corner with Tristan when I realized she was no longer following us. I spotted Detective Edwards, Tristan's partner and prick, as he exited the interrogation room.

Molly chased him, laughing and shrieking. Another scream followed. A different woman stood topless and unbothered. I turned toward Annie. Alan swam up behind her and yanked her bikini strings. The top snapped free, and her bréasts bounced into view. She squealed and spun around, slapping at him. Alan held the top above his head. Annie jumped for it, laughing. Her bréasts bounced with each jump. Her soft pink nípples were fully exposed while all the guys around her cheered.

I could not believe my ears. “I dunno… yesterday when I asked him to go out with me, he said he’d be busy. I respected his decision but I thought he must be tired of working all day so I went to his place and…” she brings out her handkerchief and then wipes her tears before continuing, “and there I saw him… with Yami. Both were naked…in the bed, Allie.” She sobbed loudly now. I immediately rushed inside and pulled her for a hug. Her loud sobs now turned into low muffles and she tightened her hold around my waist.

Her scent is subtle, almost absent, and it is her warmth, more than her fragrance, that reaches me. Her hand rises and brushes my cheek, like a paintbrush testing the canvas. I do not move. The contact is light, seemingly neutral, but I sense a curiosity behind the control. I let my gaze drop, linger on the crease of her lip, the slight flutter at her throat. Alix is a professional, but in these minuscule details, something escapes the technique.