Bared To You The Book Novels & Stories

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“This is everything you’ve worked for. Don’t throw it away by being careless.” “I’m not careless.” “Yes, you are.” He leans back against the counter, wine glass in one hand, iPad in the other. “Like tonight. That was reckless. If anyone had walked in” “They didn’t.” “That’s not the point—” “Adrian.” My voice cuts him off. “What?” His eyes snap up, annoyed. I’m naked. Dress gone. Bra, panties, all of it tossed onto the marble floor. I stand in front of him, bare, unashamed, leaning against the edge of the sofa.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

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"But you? Please. With your flat chest? Even if you were to strip bare, no one would bother looking." I curved my lips into a faint smile and said nothing. “Go ahead, laugh. Soon, you’ll have no reason to,” I thought. Just as I expected, by the next day, Linda’s photos were plastered all over the university’s confession page. The caption read: "To the student in question: Please be mindful of your image and stop flaunting yourself. The school provides proper showers. Why insist on bathing on the balcony? Are you trying to seduce someone? Most of the men here already have girlfriends. Cover yourself up. Don’t you think this is disgraceful?"

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

She was about to run out of breath as she looked at his suddenly approaching handsome face. She took a step back, with the glass window behind her, there was nowhere to retreat. "These books aren't mine!" She defended. "And whose are they?" "I don't know..." Jeff opened one of the books, only to see men and women naked and folded over each other. Every part of their bodies could be seen. Especially the man's penis, the picture was very harsh. "Don't you like that too?" "Yes, I just like it. What's wrong?" Kourtney decided to answer honestly.

"This too." Ben thrust the book in front of me. From the looks of the front, this book was more ancient. Sure enough, the year description was almost a century old. "Can I borrow it?" I asked later. Ben nodded again without giving any sign of moving away. His gaze, which fell on my face this time, made me unable to move. "Your edit?" "What are you borrowing if you can practice?" His glare felt like it could melt my supporting limbs. Stammering, I tilted my head to the right as I replied, "Looking for ideas for practice?"

Garrett The clearing is exactly as I remembered from my scouting trip yesterday. Secluded, peaceful, with a small stream running along one edge. I've set up blankets, cushions, and most importantly—a stack of books. Iris stops when she sees it, hand flying to her mouth. "You did all this?" Her voice is soft with wonder. "I wanted it to be special." I guide her to the blankets. "And I found something I thought you'd like." I hand her the top book. It's old, leather-bound, with gilt lettering. "Advanced Theories in Shield Construction and Consciousness-Based Magical Architecture."