Novel & Cerita Bared To You Series

Hi guys! I'm back! Back with a new story titled Bared To You and it's the sequel to my very beloved book; Someone Like You. This story is going to explore the life of Leonidas Sebastiani's first son Maximillian and his relationship with the rebel from an enemy territory; Havindelle. Her name is Edwina Jonas. Not to give any spoilers but just to make my lovely readers aware just in case you get confused... Maximillian lied about losing his memory so he wouldn't have to be sent back home and adopted the name Justice for himself, which is what he's going to be called for now. I don't want any confusion which is why I'm stating it in this author's note for you guys to know.

He would probably be coming back later and I would get the opportunity to tease him again. I dried myself off and pulled his shirt over my still naked form. It was a black shirt, so you weren't able to see my body through it, but I still felt bare without any clean underwear to wear. I sat back on the bed and was ready to for wait for the King to return.

banner pulses a violent, jagged red. "Just in! We are receiving reports of a targeted explosion near the MD Entertainment headquarters. The victim has been identified as the newly inaugurated Group Chairman, Aiden Mendes." The world doesn't just crumble; it vanishes. At the sight of the charred, skeletal remains of the car on screen, my fingers go numb. The cup slips, the scalding coffee splashing unnoticed across my shoes. Panic lances through my chest like a white-hot arrow, stealing the very air from my lungs. The floor tilts violently, the cafeteria lights blurring into a blinding haze as the darkness rushes in to claim me.

She would not do it. She unbuttoned her blazer and shrugged out of it. The scar on her arm appeared fainter by the day. Perhaps she did not need Danna Sherrod’s science-expert-made-cream. She slid the black stockings off her thighs, and walked to the closet to change into a bikini. At the balcony, she pressed a button she found on the wall, and watched the clear glass slide off the surface of the water. She got in the pool. She was nervously waiting for the time Steffan would get home. They had a lot to talk about.

*BE MY NAKED LOVE* *CHAPTER 1* “Mr Lance, you've got a letter”. “Dear Lance, It's been weeks since you got in contact with me. You still have an unpaid sixty four percent of the money I lent you and it's just two hundred days left as it is on the contract. I hope I get my money before then else you know what I can do. ” ANDRE FEDERICO. Deep in thought, worried and devastated , the 54 year old father to Vanessa and Trey Warner had to seek out a way to pay up the huge sum of money he had borrowed from an Italian Billionaire Andre Federico.

the man said in a voice that expected immediate obedience. The other customers quickly finished their drinks and left, some left their drinks. The bartender looked nervous but started cleaning the glasses faster. "You too, old man," one of the suited men told the bartender. "Close up early tonight." The bartender nodded quickly and disappeared into the back room. Elena realized she was now alone in the bar with five dangerous-looking men. The smart thing would be to leave immediately. But Elena didn't feel like being smart tonight. She had been pushed around for three years by Jack's family. She had been rejected by every employer in the city. She was tired of running away.

But knowing Baron, he is going to appear shirtless with a blunt in his mouth. I walked into his living room, expecting to see Merissa watching N*****x or something, but I saw it empty. Baron emerged from the hallways shirtless just like I presumed. "It won't hurt you to wear a shirt" I deadpanned, knowing full well that what I just said isn't going to make a difference. He grinned widely at me "Just admit it, you love seeing me shirtless" he sat down next to me and leaned forward "Don't worry, I won't rat you out"

my free hand unconsciously went down to smoothen the wrinkles part of my Robe. "Nothing underneath?" Oh, shoot! Should I have stayed bare? "Just my panties" "Oh, your breasts are bare?" Of course, my breast is bare. Who wears a bra inside a robe…. I shot him my reply. "Clean and bare" "Send me a picture" Wait….what? A picture of what? "A picture of what?" "Your tits. You said they were clean and bare"

"How could you?" "Aren't you going to see what is happening on the other side?" Barren chuckles, motioning to the screen that shows his pack grounds. "There's a fun scene going on there too." Remaining silent, I slowly tear my gaze from the scene Im watching to take in the other, so I see Aera, Uncle Silas, Marah, and Isabella rushing headfirst into a line of wolves. "Why?" I demand, turning to meet Barren’s proud gaze. "Why are you doing this?"

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.