Alloy Ash Nude Novels & Stories

Asher. Despite having woken up moments prior, Asha looks radiant beside the truck. Her platinum blonde hair captures the sun, like a crown of light. Her lithe figure draws one’s attention to its subtle and sultry curves, while the honey-brown eyes bewitch. At a distance, through the diner’s dirty window, these traits unite in the portrait of a beautiful young woman. Crass and casual, a smokescreen for a deeper emotional intelligence.

Pamela struggled to hide her groan. Before them stood a shirtless DJ. His left hand clung tightly onto the handle of a tool box. He looked as though he was pulled out from the covers of men's magazines. His strong muscled chest, oily with sweat and his well defined chisel Adonis V was a sight to behold. Ashley swallowed. She had never seen him shirtless. She had never seen him this indecently sexy. “Ashley?” DJ called, surprise filled his tone. “DJ, I think -” A feminine voice called from behind Ashley and Pamela.

“Are we allowed to shift during this fight or do we stay in human forms only?” He gave me a look like I was certifiably insane. “I really don’t think you want to fight against Thor. But if you shift, so will I.” ‘Oh, we’re shifting alright! I want to see what Thor looks like.’ Aerona says prancing around in my head as if she had just been given the winning lottery ticket. “That’s fair.” I say to Asher and Aerona both. Asher makes it to his side of the circle and takes his shirt off. I can’t help but to watch his muscles as they move and flex on his arms and abs throughout the process. Goddess he’s sexy.

Asher’s POV I kept stealing glances at the door where she had walked through, waiting to see her walk out again. The team had been extra friendly because I was sitting comfortably with a front-row view of the shoot area, a fine bottle of unopened champagne in front of me. My jaw dropped when she emerged. Her outfit was a beautiful nude dress that stopped mid-thigh, making her legs look even longer. Assistants rushed back and forth, adjusting the lighting, fixing props, and setting up the stage.

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

If he ever found out I was cheating, he would destroy me. My phone vibrated on the coffee table. A message from Rosaline lit up the screen. “I couldn’t find anything suspicious on Amara. She’s a mystery. Barely any online history, no scandals, nothing. It’s like she was born rich and clean.” Clean. Perfect. Untouchable. Bullshit. No one is that perfect.

Author's POV Layla was getting Emerald ready for the auction. She was wearing a rose gold gown with a rose pattern, the glittery net was covering her hands and the mermaid shape was hugging her curves. The shoulders were open, hair was tied up so her neck could be visible, and he was doing it intentionally to show people his victory. Emerald touched the thing around her neck that he had tied, and a bitter smile appeared on her face. Tying a collar around her neck was only someone's wildest dream and Egon conquered it.

The moon hung low over Lake Como, casting a silvery path across water visible from the master suite balcony. Alex stood there in a silk robe, gold eyes fixed on the horizon, mind turning over something he couldn't quite name despite the peaceful scene laid out in front of him. Behind him, Sophia lounged against the pillows, dark hair fanned across silk, body still warm from earlier. She watched him with a calm that had nothing soft in it underneath, the devoted-wife mask fitted perfectly into place.

Little Greene's small voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I push the phone back against my ear, my breathing loud and my voice so fucking strained as I say, "Are you touching yourself right now, Ashley?" "I thought the picture made that clear. " She chuckles lowly, and I groan, closing my eyes to get that picture in my head; her body stretched across her bed with her pyjamas pulled down as she buries her fingers in her wetness. Her eyes will be closed, and her hair will be a tangled fucking beautiful mess as she gets lost in the pleasure. She will bite down on those plump lips to keep down the moans that threaten to tear through her lips to not wake her roommate. The image is so fucking be