Authors Barely Disguised Novels & Stories

He stood near the window, his eyes fixed on the courtyard below, his hands resting on the iron grates. "Discrepancies in the ink weights," Elena murmured, her fingers fly-leafing through a bundle of unsigned legislative drafts from the year of the cradle swap. "Look at this. This is a standard land-grant charter for the southern valleys. The primary text is written in standard iron-gall ink. It's dark, rich, uniform. But the margins... see these tiny numerical annotations near the tax tallies?" Marcus leaned over her shoulder, his warmth a brief comfort against the room's damp chill. He squinted at the tiny, cramped symbols scratched into the corners of the vellum. "They're faint. Almost gra

I joked. "Yes I could see the headlines now. The beautiful Mazaya walked down the isle with a grass dress, that blew away with the first gust of wind." Artema snorted. I could only laugh because this was how it always was. They always threw harmless insults at each other. I loved them nomatter what. They were my only real friends. They never asked for anything so I knew it was genuine.

I need this to take the edge off. Elsie is sprawled out on the bed, her hair fanned over the pillows, her legs are spread wide open, her dress discarded on the floor. She is wearing only a sheer, white lace balcony bra which her breasts are threatening to spill out of and the tiniest lacy thong I have ever seen. The heels are still on. Jonathan is stripping off his shirt, exposing abs on abs, he is rockhard. The muscles on his back flex and ripple as he pulls the shirt down and throws it on the floor then begins to unbutton his denims and moves them down his muscular legs, with his boxer shorts.

I said and shielded my eyes as my face burned bright red. “I need to know. Did he or did he not fuck you while you were wearing – ” “YES, now please shut UP!” I begged. Sebastian nodded sagely. “We’re going with the Prada.” “Works for me,” Abby said, and started arranging her supplies.

The love garden had carpet grasses and some concrete seats designed with flowers, rose and lillies most especially. Everywhere was quiet and everyone in the garden was minding their businesses. I brought out my textbooks as I saw some couples in an intimate position right beside my me. I shook my head softly, flipping through the pages of my textbook. A movement caught my eyes and I looked up to the direction. Alex's brother, I guess she was one of those scholars who came here to study, she was wearing a short gown that revealed hot long legs.

There’s nothing she can do about it. Two of the other girls were wearing lacy bras and panties. She was surprised to find that neither of them were even bikinis. Studying them more closely, she concluded that the reason was they were more akin to foundation garments than briefs. They were engineered to flatten the abdomen, although the result was an unavoidable roll of fat immediately above the garment’s top edge. “You’re not going to have any trouble,” Brad whispered in her ear. “Candace Kane, you’re the runaway beauty in this group.”

I was able to get a good look at the outfits right before they came off again. Brian and Vanessa both disrobed, casual as anything. I'd seen their naked bodies so often by now, they were embarrassingly familiar. Brian, almost cartoonishly muscular with dark chest hair. Vanessa, fantastically figured with her full breasts and round bottom. It appeared that she'd taken off that strange, smoky quartz necklace and it oddly made her seem even more naked than usual.

She closed her eyes for the briefest second before turning. Her pulse quickened as she turned, finding him just a few feet away, standing slightly apart from the throng of patrons. Alex looked almost out of place among the suited executives and jewelled socialites. His blazer was simple, dark, paired with a white shirt undone at the collar. His hair was tied back loosely, and there were faint traces of dried paint at the edge of his cuff—a detail that made him both careless and utterly himself. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The crowd swirled around them, conversations rising and falling, glasses clinking. Yet it felt as if the gallery had tilted, drawing them into the same orbit again

Adrian asked, wiping his hands as if Matteo's body were dusty. "Of course. I even took off the dress that was stuck to her body." Emily grinned slyly, followed by Adrian. "We have to get out of here quickly before anyone sees us," whispered Emily as she jogged, followed by Adrian. The couple walked away from the maid's room, where they had slyly made Luna and Matteo victims of their selfishness so they could stay together.

She had a bad feeling she was about to witness another manifestation of one of Kim’s very bad ideas. “That’s it. Everyone is wearing this style. It’s called, ‘Naked Barely-There.’” Kim held the body suit against her curvy body. Celine gaped at her best friend. “You can’t go out in that. You can see your bra and underwear. It’s see-through.” Celine shrieked. “Oh, I won’t be wearing a bra.” Celine’s brow wrinkled, and Kim laughed. No bra? Kim picked up a strappy black heel. “And look, I have these cute shoes to go with it.”