Carmen Amara Nude Novels & Stories

The dark-skinned woman rolled her eyes. She looked me up and down again. I didn’t back down. I stared at her too. She was beautiful. Her skin wasn’t dirty at all. I just wanted to tease her. She had large breasts and a beautiful body curve. “Caroline?” We all turned when I heard Amira’s voice. My eyes widened when I saw what she was wearing. Her breasts were almost spilling out of her strapless dress. She walked towards us, holding a drink.

But she actually likes spending time in the kitchen whenever she was not busy with work. It was not until a couple of hours later when Matteo finishes with his work out and finds Amara already fresh from her shower. She was wearing a simple sleeveless summer dress and a pair of leather flip-flops. While she was looking at him bare-chested for the first time. His bandage was still there but it didn't seem to bother him with his workout. She blushed seeing his perfect sweaty muscular body, shaped to perfection. His gym shorts hung low showing his perfect v trail and it was making it hard to peel her gaze from him.

She had hoped he would refuse. Damon shed the cloth covering himself, displaying his nakedness to Amara, who had to swallow hard and awkwardly look away. “Don’t do it,” her wolf pleaded. But Amara shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “It’s for the best, Olivia, trust me. We will be fine,” Amara assured her wolf, who whimpered in discomfort. “You can turn around,” Damon said, prompting Amara to turn and see him wearing just jeans, his bare chest still exposed. Her eyes trailed over his bare chest—a chest she had fantasized about, imagining running her fingers all over it, feeling his warmth through her touch.

The specs were lying on the pillow next to her while the slow air made her hair to float lightly. No way was she looking like the nerd Amara that she used to be college. She looked way too beautiful and hot. But the expressions of her face acted like the spots on the surface of moon. She was staring at the screen of her phone. It was her and Alex's photo that they have had taken in the carnival at night. His hand was around her waist and their lips smiled at the camera like a couple. In fact there was a mark of Amara's pink lipstick on his jaw line beside the corner of his lips that was visible clearly.

Aruna waved her hand. “Don’t mind what Aruna said. She’s not well, that’s why she’s talking nonsense.” Amar smiled. Amar was handsome, his skin was exotic brown, his eyes were brown and his hair was curly. No woman would refuse if approached by Amar. Besides being handsome, he was also well-established and definitely rich.

Instead, I went to my father—but he forbade me from stepping in, we do not interfere with human ordeals, he had said. I'd still left an anonymous note describing what I had walked in on in the bathroom, but then I found out later that same day that I'd been too late—he was already gone. And those boys? They were only expelled, and that was only because one of them confessed. But, what kind of justice is that? And since when does rape not warrant jail time? Amaris lays down next to the creek in her wolf form, resting her head on her paws, her ears twitching this way and that, likely listening out for any kind of a threat that could be lurking within the coverage the dense forest supplies.

My mouth waters at the thought of licking her nipples and sucking them into the cavern of my mouth. To my regret, Amara reaches for a short red robe, slips it on, and throws herself gently on top of the bed. She looks so sad and desolate as she curls up in a protective shell. Her hair spreads wildly around her shoulders, and her body is stiff. I don’t know how, but somehow, I find the courage to knock on her window. It’s time to clear the air.

lots of love, amara<3

* * * * * * * * * AMARACHI "Amara why do you look so pale?"Aunty Lydia asked as i dragged my feet into the leaving room, holding the polythene bag containing Mrs Justice's spoilt fabric. I slumped on the ground. I couldn't even talk. "Chimo. Amara are you pregnant? Why do you look so dejected?"She asked as she came over to me. The polythene bag dropped from my hands and she took it. Opening it and bringing out Mrs Justice's fabric, aunty Lydia let out a loud shriek.

More specifically about what she has to do with Henry Cambert. "Amara, that reporter is outside." Arman announced. She's at her room planning on what to wear for tonight. Henry Cambert invited her on a date tonight, and she's planning on making everything work on her favor. Bartholomew Carter is becoming of a nuisance than help. He's chasing the fame that came with the intense reports he did because of her. Now that she's no longer giving him any information, Amara thinks that Carter feels forced to chase lead by himself. The problem is, he's chasing a lead that will cause her a huge problem.