Amouranth Shorts Novels & Stories

Amoux was too handsome when his ears were red, aside from his face. “Oh, what's wrong if I'm wearing this revealing lingerie? There's nothing wrong with it. I know that I have a sexy ass.” Leah yelled, which made Amoux stunned for a little moment. She saw how he swallowed as he closed his eyes as if he was stopping himself from acting recklessly. She smirked. Almera clapped her hands. She was too proud that her friend was too full of herself. She pursed her lips and smacked Leah's butt, which made Leah's mouth hang open.

"Like the covers on a cold night, babe." Clara tried to look indignant, but she wound up sighing happily as Shamira threw on a pair of boy-short panties and matching black Underarmour shirt that strained to contain those large breasts while emphasizing her muscular body. "Hmm . . . yummy." She jumped up, threw on a g-string and a half shirt, then went to catch up on football.

She beckons me to come to her. It's a relief to see her. As I make my way through the crowd, someone hits on me with a "Hey, sexy." I ignored him, only interested in Nate. Amber is wearing Dolce & Gabbana's red mini dress, a popular brand, as well as a Christian Louboutin red heel, another well-known brand. I dreamed of wearing one day. Her hair is curly as usual, and Sookie wears a mini blue ripped short with a stylish black blouse that's fitted to her body like a sports bra, sculpting her large breasts and a black heel.

Only one new employee who didn't know her paced towards her and greeted her with a smile, but before she could say anything another shoo attendant walked up to her. "You're free to look around as you please. However, no touching is allowed." The shop attendant said rudely.. " How am I supposed to know the material if I can't touch the clothes? " Vanessa frowned. The shop attendant clicked her tongue impatiently" This is L'amore. Don't you know all our clothes are made out of high quality cotton and linen? Naturally, the prices of these clothes are expensive, starting at five figure. If you're uncomfortable with the pricing, you should try the other shops. "When she was overseas, L'amore was

I tilt my head, watching her ass rise as she settles into her yoga position on the sunlit patio. The thin leggings clung to her firm cheeks, the bright afternoon light turning the fabric sheer. My cock twitches hard when the outline of her swollen pussy lips becomes visible, confirming she’s wearing nothing underneath. Fuck.

Not that I don’t like being naked, but sometimes it’s nice to go about my day without seeing dozens of dicks hanging out around me. The t-shirt and shorts Amora picks are way too big on her, and the loose collar of the shirt opens wide around her collar bone, revealing one smooth, pale shoulder. She flops onto the cushions between me and Frost, and I lean over to kiss that bare skin. She smiles at me, picks up her waiting water bottle, then asks, “Did your pack really not trust you?” Kian sits in his armchair like it’s a goddamn throne. Legs wide, arms resting on either side, nose in the air. He’s so fucking extra.

I looked very pretty. I looked at myself in the mirror after. I could barely recognized myself. I looked good. H I looked healthy, and Present. For the first time in weeks, I didn't look like a ghost. Normally I just throw on whatever. Sweatpants, old t-shirt, doesn't matter. Today I was careful. I picked out bomb shorts. Not athletic shorts, not pajama shorts. Actual cute denim shorts. High-waisted, showed my legs, fit perfectly, hugged my ass. Made me feel hot.

A little bit unbelievable—considering they were a bit barbaric. “Let me show you the dress I bought with Annie yesterday.” Caitlin took three dresses from the closet. “This is my dress.” She pointed to a maroon mini dress. "This is Annie's dress." He pointed at an ivory white dress that had spaghetti straps. "And we bought you one. This is your dress." Shows a black dress that has a very short cut. “I could be killed alive by Mommy.” Amel shook her head. “How did you guys choose this dress for me? It’s not long enough.”

Amara’s inner sass—the real Amara Channel Aragon—was ready to clap back. She slowly raised an eyebrow and gave the woman a once-over. Red fuchsia halter top, booty denim shorts, and fuzzy knee-high black boots. Jimmy Choo, launched 2019… off-season. A smirk curled on Amara’s lips. Game on. She had a pair of those boots at home. Who is she to talk about fashion when it’s clear she doesn’t even understand the concept? Even though a wave of irritation surged inside her—for both the woman and her arrogant boss, who still hadn't stopped throwing dagger-like stares—Amara forced herself to stay composed.

A tear slips out and rolls down her cheek. Oh, Goddess, I hope it’s not Magnolia. Brent returns with a healer who is carrying a bag with her. My Beta hands me a pair of shorts that look way too small. I gently lay Amalie down and step away so the healer can examine her while I dress. I squeeze into the tight shorts, popping all the side seams as I pull them up my legs. Brent’s left eye twitches when he looks at Amalie. “Did she say anything?”