Anime Ninja Clothes

Flora Argentine is ReedStone pack’s little loner and glad to be so. Everyone ignores her existence but not because she’s some glasses bearing, baggy clothes wearing nerd, but because her elder brother is the beta of the pack and no one wants to be involved with her. But Flora is perfectly fine with everyone avoiding her as she makes her way towards her last year at the university and leads a simple life without any complications or hardships...or does she? Clay Scotsman is the most popular guy in town and the ladies love him, which isn’t a problem since he loves them right back. The future Alpha of the pack, he has the looks of a Greek God and is a smooth talking charmer who always gets what he wants...except for Flora Argentine. He’s been obsessed with Flora for a very long time, but he dismisses it as simple physical attraction until one day he decides to with it and comes after Flora with all the charm he can master. But once he’s had a taste of her, he finds it nearly impossible to let her go. But Clay and Flora both know that they’re not mates and are dreading the day of Clay’s 28th birthday when he ultimately finds his mate. Is he going to leave her forever for a bond decided upon by the Gods? Or is he going to reject his mate to be with the girl he loves more than life itself? And what will happen when Clay’s mate claims him as hers?

"Come this way." A man forward his hand towards the girl who looked confused over what was happening. She looked at his hand and then at him. "We need to go back." She took a deep breath and pleaded to him knowing what ever she will do he is not going to change his mind. The man smiled and took a step towards her closing their distance and cupped her face. "My Luna, you need to listen to your alpha, not to care about the pack. Now, should we go or you want me to you until the sun rises." The girl turned red and hit on the of the man who chuckled and pulled her closer, quickly leaving a peck on her lips. "Let me shift first." He winked at her and freed her arms.The girl turned her head towards the opposite side as a shy smile appeared on her face. Soon a t shirt fell on her head and she heard a chuckle.  "Stop teasing me." She pouted and folded the shirt in her hands. She hugged the t-shirt and waited for sometime to get the remaining clothes but there was silence around her. "Gavin." She softly called her husband's name but didn't get any reply. There was something wrong. This wasn't how this all happened. She quickly turned and saw her husband lying on the ground in a pool of blood. His eyes were lifeless and blood was still ozing out of the sharp wound on his .

She needs money. He wants sex. Circumstances threw them in each other's arms. Thus, a battle began. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The girl turned and ran away with the guy running after her. The other girl smirked at the scene. Once again, mission complete. But then again, failure's not in her vocabulary. The girl looked at herself in the mirror. A lazy smirk curved her lips once again. Who would have thought that her face would serve as a ticket to her dream, to a life she never had? Who would have thought indeed when before, she hated her face? She hated her beautiful cursed face for always causing her troubles. But now, she was appreciating it. Her face helped her break those hearts and ruin all those relationships. Just a few more hearts to break and a few more relationships for her to ruin and she will finally be off the hook. Does the word GUILT bother her at all? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. If she would think of others first before herself, she won't survive at all. She won't be able to eat, to have a place to live in, to buy clothes or to finance her education. Life taught her that. Life taught her to put herself first before anything or anyone else. Selfishness it is, true. But it is also selfishness that made her survive life. That's Hazel Wyatt – a working college student. Occupation? She's a home wrecker for rent.

Fresh out of college, Clara Stewart asked me to take on a $500,000 mortgage for her. When I refused, she turned around and bought an $800,000 villa in full, for another guy. Holding up the property deed, she told me: "Jayden, the truth is, I'm actually rich. I've been pretending to be poor to test you. Unfortunately, you failed. I'm disappointed in you. Let's break up." I simply smiled and walked away without a second thought. The irony? I'm the son of the richest man in the country. I was pretending to be broke, too. Fast forward four years, we met again at the National Wealth Summit. Clara had just barely made it into the top 50 on the list, clinging to the arm of Henry Brown as they entered. She spotted me in simple clothes with no visible brand, holding a child in one arm and the keys to a Porsche Cayenne in the other. Thinking I was someone's driver, she sneered: "Jayden, you really went all out just to see me again? Let's be real, you're just a driver now, and I'm on the wealth list. We live in completely different worlds. Don't waste your time fantasizing." I did not bother replying. Honestly, I was only there because my billionaire dad insisted. I had finally cleared a day to spend with my son and now I had to waste it on that.

My boyfriend passed away from illness. Before he died, he asked me to look after his only younger brother—Callum Ressler. I put Callum through college, and helped him build his company from the ground up. Then one night, after a round of drinking at some work function, he ended up in bed with me. While I wrestled with what we were to each other, I noticed something on his office desk: a photo of me, framed neatly beside an engagement ring. My heart stirred. I pushed open the lounge door, ready to finally talk about us. But just as the door creaked open, a white camisole fell at my feet. I froze. Callum pulled the covers tightly around a shocked female assistant. "Diana, ever heard of knocking?" he snapped. Face pale, limbs suddenly uncoordinated, I started backing out. But the assistant's timid voice stopped me. "Diana… could you hand me my clothes?" I ignored the hostility behind her eyes, grabbed the garment, tossed it onto the bed, and left in a hurry. Once I stepped outside the company building, Callum called. "Diana, you should really stop barging into my room like that." I laughed and agreed. From that moment on, I never stepped into his world again.

Arielle knows na hindi lahat nang bagay ay kaya niyang makuha,she needs to work hard for it ikanga nang dad niya. After having two failed relationships,ay nagpasya na ang daddy niya na i- arranged siya nang kasal,embes na magalit ay natatalon pa siya sa tuwa at kilig nang malaman kung sino. It was no other than Blake Huxley,.her long time,crush and obsession a two years contract of marriage ngunit hindi siya papayag na matapos ang relasyon nila sa dalawang taon lang, she's planning on spending her whole life with him. But the problem is, kabaliktaran nang plano niya ang plano ni Blake,he didn't like her he was cold and sarcastic to her he was sometimes mean at hindi maiwasang masaktan siya. But she was desperate to win his heart over, she's willing to do what his ex- girlfriend can do,even if her body is vulnerable ay gagawin niya just to win his heart even if it means hurting herself in the process. She even stripped her clothes in front of him while dancing seductively para lang maakit niya ito. She wanted him,but his ex- girlfriend returns at sinampal siya nang katutuhanan.. Blake still cares for his ex and it's breaks her.

You... you did say you'd pay me 1,000€ euros for an hour, right?" she asked. "Yes, Allysa, I confirm that's what I said," he replied with a big smile. Allysa lay down on the bed, and the second man approached her. She thought she should be wary, but strangely, the man inspired confidence. "Now, you're going to have to take off your clothes," he said in his soft, warm voice... There are encounters that turn a life upside down, moments when fate knocks at the door with disconcerting brutality. Allysa Moreau never imagined that losing her virginity for 1,000€ euros in a sordid basement would lead her to cross paths with Paolo Mancini, a billionaire and mafioso whose empire extended far beyond her comprehension. Driven from her apartment, desperate and confronted with the relentless reality of poverty, Allysa had made a decision she could never forget. She had sold herself, not for pleasure at first, but as events unfolded, she developed a taste for it, and to prove herself right, she told herself it was for survival. For Paolo, this story was not trivial. Allysa had his youthful features and palpable innocence, a curiosity in a world where everyone wore masks. Their story was not meant to exist. A mafia billionaire and a homeless teenager had nothing in common. But in a world where rules are meant to be broken, Allysa and Paolo would discover that chance doesn't exist. Desire, fear, and secrets would forge bonds.

Nagtaksil sa akin ang taong pinili kong mahalin—ang aking asawa—at ang matalik kong kaibigan. Sinasabi ng lahat, ngunit nagbulag-bulagan ako. Pinili kong manahimik at maniwala sa kasinungalingan. Ang katigasan ng ulo kong iyon ang naging kapalit ng aking buhay. At sa huli, inangkin nila ang lahat ng aking pinaghirapan at iniwan. Ngunit hindi doon nagtapos ang aking kwento. Binigyan ako ng tadhana ng panibagong buhay—isang pagkakataong wala na ang dating saya, ngunit puno ng iisang layunin: paghihiganti. Sa bagong buhay na ito, mas pinili kong lapitan ang kanyang pinsan—isang ruthless businessman. Mas pinili kong danasin kung ano man ang bago kong kapalaran sa kamay ng kanyang pinsan na iniiwasan niyang maging katunggali sa anumang bagay. "What are you doing with my condoms?" "Bakit ka nandito? Akala ko ba ayaw mong makisama sa akin sa iisang kwarto? Saka pwede ba, magdamit ka!" “It’s my room, so I can do whatever I want. I’ll sleep without clothes, I’ll walk around however I like… and if you happen to look at my body, I won’t stop you. After all…I'm your husband.”

It's my first time going on a trip with my boyfriend. I overhear him on the phone with his friend as they discuss how he's going to deflower me. "Grayson, you should be able to have your way with Summer this time, right?" "Don't even talk about that. She's so conservative—I've said and done everything, yet she refuses to budge!" I lower my hand instead of knocking on the door. I stand outside the room and listen as he continues. "Come off it. We've given you so many ideas in the group chat, haven't we? Have none of them worked? And didn't you guys get a room yesterday? You should've just brought sedatives. Think about how easy it would've been if you could've just knocked her out!" Grayson Hale snaps, "I forgot, alright? Besides, who would've known there'd be two beds in the room? She insisted on sleeping separately, too. I sneaked onto her bed in the middle of the night when I saw she was asleep. She woke up just as I was about to take off her clothes and kicked me off!" My blood runs cold. My hands tremble as I reply to my boss' message. "I accept headquarter's decision to transfer me."

"The cold-hearted CEO who scares everyone is afraid of losing me?" Grace uttered, her gaze lingering on Evelyn's lips. "Yes, I'm. You don't need to continue your job, you can join my company, Grace." Evelyn cupped her cheeks, slowly taking her lips into a sensual and passionate kiss, pouring all her feelings and love into that kiss. Grace shortly responded to her kiss. "Pearl... That's what they... call me," she moaned loudly when Evelyn unfastened the hook of her bra and caressed her breasts while showering hot kisses all over her shoulders and breasts. "You're my Grace, only mine," Evelyn said between the kisses and pulled that little black panty off her body which was hardly covering her ass. Grace couldn't protest the desires and gave in. The tiny pieces of clothes were the costume of Grace, she was a hot and sexy pole dancer who was famous as 'Pearl'. The way she moved around the pole so skillfully, always made Evelyn feel wet and hot. Until this night, she never dared to come to Grace's room but tonight she was drunk and she wanted nothing but Grace. Maybe after one night with this pole dancer, she would be able to pull her off her mind. It was just a one-night stand for Evelyn but what will happen when she'll offer a job to Grace to become her private dancer?