Amelia Clarkson Nude Novels & Stories

Her red bikini clung to her body like temptation itself. "You’re staring," Clara said suddenly beside me. I turned, "I'm not." She smirked, "Dude, I caught you in the act." I didn’t respond because my gaze had already wandered to Beatrice. She was just stepping out of the water. Her bikini soaked, sticking to every curve like sin. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, her hips, bouncing with every step. My dick almost poked through my shorts.. Holy Christ, this girl would be the death of me.

Amanda smirked evilly while Amara gasped. "Sis you sure? He is a playboy and you want to give your virginity to him..." Amara was nervous. She too had a crush on him but never did in her dream she thought to act like a slut. "I am sure. He won't be able to resist my charm." Amanda flung her hair arrogantly. "Oh!!!" Amara squeeze out a forced smile and left Amanda with her dark thoughts.

Vino said, kissing Claudia's hand where they sat side by side with Claudia at the window seat. "Paparazzi?" Erik exclaimed, and I noticed Leo cover his face. He must have hidden that part from the man. "You didn't tell me anything about Paparrazi," Erik said, sounding as if he had been deceived. "Well, now you know," Amelia said, and he growled at her. She growled back. "You can jump off if you like. Wearing a dress isn't as big a deal as you try to make it seem. I do it all the time," She said as if it were the same thing. It made all of us laugh.

Both of them were completely naked inside the water, the water was too clear that their reflection and body were exposed to everything around them. Amelia's body was smooth and fair, not comparable to any normal woman or even a princess from any country. But there were many scars on her body, all of them were deep and none removable. It was such a pity that many scars had seized flesh on her body. But even if the scars were ugly or anything, she wasn't bad looking. Those scars were rather fresh and gave off warlord vibes. Water was moving every second, and it was peaceful, nothing out of ordinary. But then Amelia spotted something in the water.

Amelia raised a brow at him, “What are you trying to do?” He shushed her, “I’m trying to capture the perfect moment. A two in one gift. Can you do me a favor, Wifey?” She nodded, “What?” “Can you stay naked while I draw you?” She cocked her bow again, “You want me to be naked. I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He pouted at her, “I think it’s good enough. It’s a gift for me.” Amelia sighed, “Fine, but I am moving around. I can’t stay in a place while you draw me.”

Amelia was shown in various poses and in many different styles of clothing from swimwear to casual clothes to ballgowns and fantasy costumes which I found especially unique. There was a portrait of her painted as a mermaid with a fish tail lower body and her long blond hair flowing down to cover her breasts and a part of her naked upper body. Very creative and enchantingly beautiful, I had to say. The painter who painted it was clearly very skilled as well and that commission must have costed a small fortune. There were also photos and paintings of her nude. I couldn’t begin to imagine how Amelia felt having all these portraits of her hung up. Maybe she didn’t even know about it.

Naoh life haven't been life before ever since Amelie left him, he's now a loner and yells at her workers at every little mistake they do and there was just one of those days Tonia came to see Amelia to just give him a chance again. One beautiful evening, Amelia was the only one at home, she sit down in front of her laptop putting on a black high waist bum short and tank top, she as leg chain on and she piece her abdomen adding a diamond earrings to it. She have become more sexy and has shape looked even more fuller over the year, many men rushed after her and ask for her hand in marriage but she turned them all down.

She queried, her brows raised. I nodded, "I'm not lying Clara. What will I gain from telling stupid lies?" I tried to keep my voice steady but for some reason, knots began to tie in my stomach, washing me over with a feeling of dread. "Ok fine..." Clara spat, taking out her phone and tapping away on it. "But then how do you explain this?” She turned the screen towards me, and my stomach dropped. There, on the screen, was a picture of Amelia, posted just hours ago. She was smiling brightly, her arms wrapped around a group of friends, looking very much alive and far from being on her deathbed.

The day she finds her mate. The pack had always made Amelia feel like an outsider. Her half-sister, Caroline, was the golden child, the favored daughter of Alpha Miller and Luna Hannah. Amelia, the product of a short, regretted relationship before her father had met Luna Hannah, had never belonged. Her father seldom spoke to her, and Luna Hannah treated her with thinly veiled disdain. The rest of the pack followed suit, making sure Amelia knew she was only tolerated and never loved. The idea of finding a mate had been Amelia's hope, her one wish. Perhaps he could see her and understand her-even love her. Maybe this was the one to break chains binding her in loneliness since childhood.

I know she hates the thought of using the cane in front of everyone, but that's better than her falling as she climbs the stairs or crosses the stage. "Don't be so nervous darling, everything will be perfectly fine" Claudia assured her as she sits on the edge of the bed beside me. Claudia's dressed to the nines, a rather nice red dress and small black heels, she claims she found both at a charity shop back in Highcliffe. "I know I know, I'm just nervous. We should leave right, traffic and everything?" Amelia asks quickly. I check my watch, we probably should get going.