Danielle Sharp Nude Novels & Stories

They muttered something like "kids these days" "Okay. Okay. That's enough" A smooth voice suddenly piped in. I turned around and my mouth literally drops. Daniella was wearing a two piece black bikini. It accentuated all her curves that made her look so gorgeous, her tattoos were on display and her piercings were shimmering against the sunlight. Her hair was down and it bounces as she takes a step. She approaches us and stops in front of me. I was out of words so I just keep on staring. Everything seems to be on slow motion. She slowly raises her hand and tipped my chin.

Danielle opened her eyes, yawned, looked around, and then, smiling happily while stretching like a lazy cat. She sat up on the bed and leaned on the pillows. The sheets slipped and uncovered her nude body, but she didn't care at all. Her long blond hair barely covered her bare breasts.

“Both of you.” Ryan stripped. Danielle pulled the staff shirt over her head and dropped it. She was bare now under the harsh fluorescents—small high breasts, dark nipples already tight, the lean muscle of a woman who still ran five miles every morning. Harlan’s eyes moved over her without haste, then settled on Ryan’s cock, which had gone fully hard again despite the terror sitting in his stomach like a stone. “Get on your back on the mat,” Harlan told his wife. Danielle slid off the bench and lay down on the thick black rubber flooring, knees bent, feet flat. Harlan’s voice stayed conversational.

They weren't used to all the nudity that went on in the pack. "Maybe we should go back to our room." Danielle turned to look straight ahead at Rebecca, trying not to look around. She didn't want to look like she was staring. But it was hard not to. She let out a shriek when a grey wolf rushed past her, knocking her off her feet. She was just about to hit the ground when a strong arm caught her and pulled her into a hard body. She looked up into the most beautiful dark brown eyes. She blinked, imagining he was a dream and she'd awaken to laying on the ground in a heap. But he was still there. He had a wide grin and a shaggy mop of black hair that fell over his eyes. She slowly reached up and

They made love and fell sleep in each other's arms. In the morning, Danielle felt dizzy and had a terrible headache when she woke up. Anthony was lying in bed next to her. “ What the hell!” Danielle was dumbfounded. What happened last night? Why am I with him in the same bed? Danielle inspected her body only to find out that she was totally naked. She glanced at Anthony to check on him. She was terribly shocked to see him also naked. Oh my God! This isn't happening. She tried to stand up but she felt some pain from the lower part of her body. This made her furious and ashamed of herself. Tears fell on her cheeks.

And that headline at the top of the homepage, framed in red like a terrorist alert: “ALEXANDRE LACROIX AND DANIEL ROZOV: A LOVERS' CLASH IN FRONT OF A PRIVATE RESTAURANT” “THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT WHO SHAKES BOTH DYNASTIES” I remain frozen. The words hit me one by one. I click. The video starts. Grainy, shaky frame, but the essence is there. The heart that explodes. Daniel and Alexandre, face to face. Quick gestures, lethal looks, and she! She! She! This girl, this… this silhouette I barely recognize, but who now occupies all the screens. Lyra, as venomous as a snake.

With his broad hands he unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. Lisa bit her lips which was luscious to eyes. A small moan escaped from her brown lips when Damien bit hard on her nipples. "Ahhh...!!!" Celestine screamed and stood up covering her eyes. It was same as watching porn movie. "Fuck!!!" Damien cursed and left Lisa who was breathing heavily. "We can continue. Den is there to help her." Lisa said unhappily. "I am not in mood." Damien left fuming Lisa naked on bed. "Fuck you Celestine" she cursed her.

A long beep was heard from the phone. Teddy had hung up. Danielle looked down at her phone. After recovering from shock, she quickly typed “Luna White” into her search bar. Danielle was not one to follow the news when she was home. Thus, she had not known that the media had plastered pictures of Luna getting pissed drunk with those other men in the bar the other day all over the internet. In those photos, she was seen on the dance floor with her hands all over those men. It was honestly wild. This was nothing like the lovesick damsel image she had made herself out to be.

I said to myself. “Shut up weirdo!” Danielle shouted. Throwing her boot at me. Danielle is a legend, constantly breaking out and coming back with a new tattoo or piercing and wild stories to tell. I secretly think she likes getting caught just so she can come back and show off. Her short spiky hair and pointed jewelry fit her personality perfectly. The hard heal of her boot found its target smacking into my temple, my left eye swollen almost immediately. I tossed it off my bed and onto the floor.

“I’m telling her you said that,” Danielle deapans. “Please don't,” I blurt out, catching myself a second too late. Why did I panic? It’s not like I’m afraid of her. She doesn’t care about me, she sparks nothing but tainted memories for me. “Aeliana, just the girl I've been wanting to see,” Danielle says. “Hi,” She pauses, a few feet away from us. My eyes drop to her feet. They’re bare. Could Danielle be right about her doing this unconsciously? Surely, she could have worn those huge house shoes females love so much but no. Here she is, barefoot and rocking a gym outfit. “You’re not wearing shoes.”