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?”

However, Anala turned to face me with a smirk and turned on my phone's live stream and laughed, "Guess who is now sold off at an auction tonight?" Click. Click. Anala took photos of me, as I swiftly pulled the bedsheet to cover up my chest, before she could record me náked. But thankfully, they don't allow náked posts online. So she laughed and walked away from me as she went to the door.

“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

Annabel smiled as she held her baby girl patting her small butt , and didn't notice the weird expression her little baby was making. (Violation of privacy!!!) Noticing the way her baby held her butt tightly, made the surprised Annabel chuckle. " Looked, like my little Nana is shy..." She playfully said, dancing around softly in the room with her baby in her arms. Her calmed lovely voice let out some humming sounds as she patted the bale head of her baby girl. Taika was pause as ever, a lot of questions run in her mind at that lonely moment. ( According to the plot: Annabel committed suicide after giving bath to the villainess, then why is she still alive despite the villainess is already bi