Alyssa Violet Nude Novels & Stories

They were dressed Elegantly. Alyssa was dressed in a plain light blue long dress with just thin hands to hold it in place. It wasn't tight neither was it free, just enough to grip her body. The neck was in a 'u' shape, showing off her bare chest. Her hair was packed in neat bond with few strips falling against her face. Her make up was slight and yet unique. She smiled as she walked in alongside with Amelia. Once inside, her eyes crossed with her Aunt's, she approached.

Alyssa woke up naturally, lounging in bed for a while before finally getting up. Her long, wine-red curls were a tousled mess. She stretched lazily, the strap of her camisole slipping off her smooth shoulder, revealing a hint of skin marked by a few suggestive red marks. Last night, she and William had been up until the early hours. Youth really is something else, full of energy and quick to learn. Ruffling her hair, Alyssa walked barefoot out of the bedroom in her camisole nightgown. As soon as she stepped out, she heard the clinking of a spatula and the faint aroma of frying eggs.

“You don’t remember? Oh, I was afraid of that. Ash and I drove you home. On the way here, you said some things.” Thea grimaced. “God, don’t tell me. Whatever it was, I’m sorry. I should never have drunk that much. I’ll be nursing this hangover for weeks, I swear.” Violet nibbled on her bottom lip. With her blond hair and creamy skin, Violet looked like a model most days. It didn’t help that she was tall and always well-dressed. Today she wore simple silver hoop earrings that Thea was sure Violet had made herself. Violet ran her own jewelry business, making every piece herself by hand, and had within the last year caught the notice of some major designers.

She was looking for something while I looked at the mirror checking if there's something wrong with me. "Ashley, there's nothing wrong with me." "You completely live your life.. like a princess. You're no princess girl.. Can you flirt? Do you know how to flirt?" She asked and I looked at her weirdly. "Why do I have to flirt?" "Violet! Are you kidding me? What are you in 1850?" She looked at me disbelief and threw me a really short balck dress. "This is too revealing.." "It's not.. You know we need to have fun."

She glanced at Mila who smiled sympathetically, then Violet crouched down to Ash's height and rubbed his cheek saying, "I wish I could, but you see…there's too many people down there and…I don't think Xavier would want me there." "Alpha," Mila and Ash greeted with slight bows, and Violet's heart stopped instantly. She slowly glanced at Xavier and suddenly felt hatred rising in her throat. Images from that day flashed through her mind and her throat constricted painfully. How he fucked another woman, Jenedeith's victorious smirk at her, the strong jealousy and anger she felt for not being the one being pounded by this tyrant of an alpha; it all made her want to scream and hurt everyone, espec

he said, trying to keep his mind off the feeding frenzy, "but I don't want to go through Vampire TSA again." Ashley's laughter was like music to his ears. He slid an arm across her shoulders as they found a more secluded area in which to enjoy their night together. Not for the first time since meeting her he thanked whatever god or goddess that existed for his girlfriend's hedonistic lifestyle. While most of the Vampires around were wearing clothes that were more suited to the time period in which they were born, Ashley was wearing nothing more than high heels, a black babydoll negligée and panties to match. The lingerie was cut just high enough to barely see the curvature of her thigh where

Violet scrutinize her appearance once more in the mirror. She didn't even recognize hetself. Her hair looks silky was partly styled loosely and adorned with sparkling amethyste trimmings. Her lips moist and pink. Her skin looks luminous under the light. The maid squirted a strong floral scented perfume on her neck and her hair before leaving the room. She slightly covered her bare arm uncomfortably. Maxon gave her a sleeveless dark purple dress. This leaves the skin on her shoulder and arms exposed.

Alessio’s eyes watched as his mouth asked about my night’s activities, “You got the deal?” “Yep,” I answered. Zip down, I tugged up my dress and it was gone. Strapless lacy white bra, high cut lacy white panties, and transculant but with pretty little colorful flowers embedded inside heels. Alessio’s eyes didn’t leave my body when his mouth noted, “Now you will be getting me, sweetheart.” I grinned at my mate. He lunged at me. That water in the glass was all forgotten.

I smile, I don't think I've ever had this much fun with anyone other than Sophie, actually. The dress Violet grabs for me is a red backless bodycon with a deep v-line. It barely holds my boobs in and I'm sure my labia are hanging out but I have to admit, I look good. Gemma and Violet aren't dressed any less slutty than I am though. Gemma's dirty blonde hair is pulled up with a few hairs framing her face, her dress is light purple and strapless and she's got white strappy heels on. Violet let her wavy chestnut hair free, her midnight blue dress is backless like mine but it has one off the shoulder strap and she is wearing a pair of black flats. They both look sexy as hell too!

I was studying every inch of the she-wolf standing behind my mate. Ayla was taller than me, and looked longer, leaner. Her silky dark hair looked like strands of fine glass and had been plaited neatly down her back, with a few stray curls framing her face and her eyes looked like beautifully cut pieces of obsidian. She wore a simple white vest, tucked into high-waisted black sweatpants (and I immediately noticed her hardened perky nipples from behind the vest), with a simple gold necklace adorning her throat. Her skin was tanned, giving away the hours I likely spent in the sun, and honestly?