Dane Halo Nude Novels & Stories

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

“It's understandable though.” “And why is that?” I took a sip from my hot chocolate. “You're a part of the moon. You're its halo,” he told me. “Such a beautiful halo if I may add.” I blushed. “I love you, my beautiful halo.” He leaned in and his lips met mine. “I love you too,” I murmured once we pulled away.

He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pulled me closer, holding me tightly against his hard body. We pulled apart when I ran completely out of breath. Danzel turned the water on and let my body get wet under the shower. He stood there completely naked, just watching me. As the water droplets fell on my head, trailing down my shoulders and over the curves of my breasts, my nipples hardened. Danzel's hungry gaze followed the path of the water, making my entire body run hot. After I was completely soaked, he took the soap in his hands, rubbing them together to create a thick foam. His bare hands met my shoulders, massaging them slightly before moving over my neck to clean the dirt away

A lot of men you won't originally just come across and that alone shows how powerful even Halo's places were to give these men so much peace. I strode deeper into the club, making my way through a dimly lit corridor, untill I reached a large, lavish room. Halo was already there, sitting on one of the couches in the room, sipping from his glass of whiskey. He didn't look surprised to see me– then again, he never did. “Luca,” Halo greeted me, his voice calm with something lacing it. His intentions were always shown in his voice but it was hard to place a hand on it. “I didn't expect you so soon. What brings you into my den?”

She failed terribly at it. Her jaw went slack when she took him in. Around the pack house, she had seen her fair share of half-naked men, but nobody…nobody looked like Damien. He was sinfully gorgeous. It was unfair. Water dripped from his blonde hair, down to his bare chest. Ariel 's mouth dried up.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

Finally dropped the fake halo and showed up like the villain she really was. "If you behave, I might let you live long enough to die of old age." Cute. Real generous of her. Even if I'd been totally clueless, they still would've wiped me out. Just like last time—erase, delete, gone. Lillian cracked up, loud and unhinged. "You did this to yourself! Rot here! Everything you had? Mine now!" In my last life, I never got why Bobby and Whitney backed her. She might've "saved" them, sure, but I was their son's wife. That used to mean something, right?

I followed the scent and stopped short when I saw who it was. Damon. He'd taken off the tank top he was wearing earlier. Completely shirtless now. Standing very close to the rain. His muscles glistened under the water. His abs were tight and defined. His shoulders were broad. His chest was perfectly sculpted. The water that touched his body traced every line and curve of his body. His hair was dark and a little wet, falling over his forehead. His eyes, deep and slightly intimidating, glowed under the dim outdoor light.

Dan asked, not bothering to look up from the game. "Don't sweat it, man. We'll be done in a sec," Mark said waving at him dismissively. ***** Steve stopped dead in his tracks when we rounded the corner into the kitchen. "What the fuck?!" Steve asked in shock. Dana was bent over and leaning on the counter, completely naked now. Her ass was staring them straight in the face. She had cleaned off most of the cum Mark had shot all over her chest. She had scooped up whatever was left and was lubing her asshole with it, pumping her finger in and out of it.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.