Cursed Ellie Nude Novels & Stories

Seriously I just wanted some rest and shopping sprees. Either way I'm resuming on Monday and that bitch better get ready. "Hello black Thunder" Hello miss Cecile" "I need your help dealing with a little bitch" "interesting" "I'll text you the details. Do you wanna help or not" "I'm not really into bitches " "name your price" "700 000" "deal". The next day Ellie's pov **********

"You're still here, sitting in front of me. You're just able to view the future, small glimpses from a different perspective. Now, look down at what you're wearing. What clothes do you have on?" Ellie looked down. The image in front of her was frozen in time. She had done it. She had managed to freeze the image. "I'm wearing a dress? It's black. It goes to my knees and I have red, painted nails." Ellie could hear murmurs around her but she focused on Stefano's voice in front of her. She grasped his hands as if she were drowning and he was her lifeline. "Good. Now, tell me what else you see? What have we missed so far?"

Then she reasoned “Werewolves don’t see anything In nudity.” Shiela bumped her shoulder.“Come-on don’t stare it’s rude.Take off your clothes and go bath.” “Okay” Laura pulled off her boots,then her shirt and baggy pants she was wearing. The sound of water stopped and Laura turned to see everyone looking at her with their mouth opened. She wondered why. Then she remembered the mark of ELARA. And the stupid thing decided to glow now. “Umm don’t worry you guys I don’t even know how it came.” She smiled weirdly. They went back to what they were doing.

She apologized repeatedly. As Zola and I recovered, I put some distance between Ellie and me. She had been so nice to me, I couldn’t believe Ellie was capable of causing me so much pain without touching me. I looked at Ellie, who held up her wrists. “My gift is also my curse.” I was extremely confused. Ellie has done nothing but care for me, and now she is telling me she is cursed. “I need to know more,” I told her. Ellie shook her head. “Oh, come on. I’ve told you mine. Now you tell me yours.” I told her. Zola was still recovering, but she was curious as I was.

“We can do this. You always told me we can handle everything together, remember?” Eloise swallowed hard, her luminous eyes still red and swollen. She drew a shaky breath before speaking the truth that had been burning inside her. “You know… I’m a cursed fruit. That’s why all these strange things keep happening to me.” Elena’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean, Ely?”

Taking control with my hand in her hair had her looking up again with more excitement than fear. I slowed it down, and she automatically sucked me harder with each deliberate stroke. There were a few points where she started to tear up and gag but didn’t stop me. At least in the physical realm, Ellie trusted me completely and continued to give me full control. With one final push on the edge of her limit, I pulsed down her throat. Made sure she swallowed every drop of cum before pulling her up and pinning her to the door. The dress made it too easy all on its own. The fact that my Dove was still following the no underwear rule almost broke the resolution I had to let her heal. To not simply

“At least there, the snacks were free.” Selena groaned and hurled herself into the nearest corner—which, to her misfortune, was the only dry space in the entire, crumbling ruin of a shrine. It smelled like mildew and regret, but at least it wasn’t actively dripping on her scalp. She plopped down with a graceless thud, legs crossed, arms folded, the picture of a soggy goddess-in-training on strike. “I hope Theo gets a heart attack when he comes back and sees this dump still looks like a haunted garage sale,” she muttered bitterly, adjusting her grip on her dignity—or what was left of it. Maybe then he’d finally give her a break.

I spit through gritted teeth. “Yes, I did this.” She steps forward and crouches lower in front of me. “And this.” She points her fingers up. I glance up and Elara is emptying a bottle of cold milk on me—drenching my face and clothes. My mouth hangs open in disbelief. “Are you crazy?” I spit. But she stands up and keeps smiling wickedly. “Yes, I’m crazy, you shameless bitch,” she says, her red-painted lips curled up in sheer mockery. “You are nothing but a slut for the two brothers.”

My senses exploded. I could hear the wings of moths. Smell the dew clinging to the grass. I could feel the heartbeats of those walking nearby in the pack square. Everything was… alive. More alive than I’d ever known it could be. I rose to my knees, shaky and gasping. My hands were still human, but filled with something deeper now. Something wild. Zorry hummed beneath my skin, a protective presence. Her thoughts tangled with mine, her instincts sharpening mine, "The curse they feared… it was never a curse. It was me. Hiding. Waiting. Watching."

My heart raced as he stood opposite me,his chest bare, his brows furrowed at me as I stared at his biceps with the most intoxicating scent filling my nose. “What are you doing? I'm asking what you are doing here?” He gives me a pained look, his voice thundering in the room grating on my nerves. He takes my chin in a firm grip forcing me to look at him. His eyes pierced through mine,sparks shot from his touch and I gasp at the feeling. “ You see something you like ?” His voice cuts across the room. “Hey flasher, cover yourself, why aren't you wearing any clothes? “ I blurted.