Annabel Wright Nude Novels & Stories

“Because if you’re still sleeping, I swear….” “I’m up!” I yelled, my voice muffled against the pillow. Then, lower, to myself, “How did you even get in here?” “Good, because we have a whole Monday to survive. Also, you sleep like an elephant. I knocked forever and got no response. Thank God for the spare key.” Annabel turned from the closet, holding up two outfits—one a plaid skirt and cropped sweater combo, the other a sleek all-black ensemble. “Which one says I’m here to slay, not suffer through group projects?”

“Anthony would never do that to me. Stop the bullshit, Elena.” Elena clutched her chest dramatically, her expression mockingly pained. “It actually breaks my heart to see you this confident. It’s such a shame… I’m about to shatter it completely.” She pulled out her phone, tapped the screen a few times, then handed it over. Anna hesitated only a second before taking it. The moment her eyes landed on the photos — Anthony, naked, unmistakable — her breath caught sharply. Shock ripped through her, cold and biting.

Then another button, and the lights flickered back on, bathing the room in a harsh glow. Annabelle slowly lowered her trembling hands, squinting against the light—only to be met with the gigantic image of her best friend splayed across the wall. Her breath caught in her throat. Her fingers clenched into the couch cushion until her knuckles turned white. Hazel. The only person who ever loved her like family. Now captured on camera in a moment of raw, intimate vulnerability. Her stomach twisted. Richard's voice sliced through the tension. "You can't even bear to watch it, huh? What do you think will happen if this little gem ends up viral?"

"Oh God Annie, fuck me again please." Annabelle knew that the reading of the statement was about to be televised again, so she knelt on the settee, between her mother's legs, pushed the hem of her miniskirt up to her hips, and buried her face in her mother's pussy. Fiona watched herself on the tv as her daughter licked her with her long wet tongue, and pushed the middle finger of her right hand into her cunt.

More flashes came. “Maya Collins,” one reporter shouted. “Is it true you are Mr. Havisham’s secret lover? We have photos from the office. From the masked party. Everything.” Annabelle stepped closer. Her voice sounded sweet but poisonous. “Smile for the cameras, darling,” she said. “The world deserves to see the real you. The girl who spreads her legs for power and money.” More photos flashed. Leaked pictures appeared on screens around us: me bent over the desk, me at the party, me leaving the penthouse tonight. My face looked clear in all of them.

If he killed me, there was no way any one would know from the outside. From the room, I could hear the faint splashing of water in the bathroom. Before I could react, Raphael came out completely naked! I covered my eyes instantly, and shivered when Raphael growled. He sat on the couch near the bed, scanning me before ordering me to open my eyes. I did with tears in my eyes, apologizing for barging into his room. Raphael smirked while I kept talking, but didn’t say a word. Just then, the brunette from earlier, Annabelle stepped out of the bathroom also completely naked. I could barely believe my eyes.

She had chosen the most professional outfit she owned for that particular morning; a white palazzo trousers and navy blue turtle neck sweater under matching white jacket. What else defined professionalism? Annabelle chortled, leaning against the lift walls, "Wrong? Everything is right about it. The right dozage to drive Mr. Boyfriend crazy." "Now that's a lie. I maintain that this is very professional." Annabelle arched a lone well-drawn thin brow. "It's professional; erotically so. Do you not know that another thing that drives men crazy is seeing their lovers well-covered while knowing exactly what lies underneath?" Jade shook her head, not believing the bullshit her assistant was spewing

FIFTY Anabelle shuffled and turned in the bed and her eyes finally opened. She stretched and smiled when memories of the previous day invaded her mind. She had managed to help a family in the pack and now they were safe, that gave her a boost to the ego she needed as a Luna. And she ended the day with her mate’s arms around her. Her smile grew further and she raised her body from the comfortable bed and pulled her hair. She heard the silent sound of the shower and her mind envisioned images of Jaxon under the shower with water dripping down his glorious body. It took everything in her not to stand from the bed and wonder into the bathroom to save water with him. Anabelle shook her head to ri

"I know our collection by heart. Dr. Abigail Marie Fuentebella is wearing a limited-edition Wright Jewels winter collection. A genuine matching set" A soft yet cold tone made everyone turn in its direction and they were met by an angelic face with a scathing expression. Abby was so stunned upon seeing her beauty, that she froze. "Good evening, Miss Alexzandria Wright" Everyone greeted but Abby hadn't fully grasped as she remained gaping at the lady in a fiery red gown. ****tbc****

And me, well I was a very curious person who had never seen people actually having sex so you do the math. The sound increased, drawing me in until I found the perfect peeping spot, behind a solid pillar at the corner of the room. I tucked myself carefully behind it, taking a deep breath, I looked. A back I knew to belong to Anna by the numbering tattoo on her lower spine came into view. She was completely naked with legs thrown wide apart. She had one hand pulling at her hair and the other holding on to something in between her legs. Was she masturbating? She looked in the middle of an orgasm and frankly, the sight of Anna getting herself off wasn’t a fine one.