Dawn Frost Nude Novels & Stories

I hurriedly readjusted my short sarong so it would reveal less flesh. “Hey gorgeous,” Dawin greeted. I turned my head in his direction, and I was jaw-dropped by his celebrity figure. Dawin was naked up to his waist; his fair chest was visible in the darkness. He looked well-toned and handsome—although it's nothing compared to that of Ethan's.

"Not until you understand that the man who rejected you seven years ago doesn't exist anymore. And not until you give me the chance to prove it." As Raven turned to walk away, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. A video file, timestamp showing it was taken that morning. When she opened it with trembling hands, she watched footage of herself in her apartment—sleeping, unaware, completely vulnerable. Multiple camera angles. Professional equipment. The video's final frame showed a message in white text: "Come to the Cascade Mountains. Come alone. Or I'll burn every connection you've ever made. —D"

“Now start talking. Every detail. Start with the beach house and end with the part where he rearranged your organs.” My cheeks burned. “Dawn!” “What? I support women. Now spill.” I sighed, twisting a loose curl. “It was… intense. And sweet. And confusing. And I felt…” “Safe?” she finished softly. I swallowed. “Yeah.” There was a pause before she spoke again. “So, Noah Frost. Billionaire. Gorgeous. Gives you earth-shattering orgasms. The dream guy of half the city. But what about the complication?” I frowned. “What complication?”

The next morning I opened my eyes. Three days left before I was gone. I got up early on purpose. Serena was sitting still, staring at an old photo of me, the one from before, when I used to ride horses. I was confident in that photo, full of life. Every girl on campus had wanted to be with that version of me. "Missing the old days? Too bad about my legs." She startled and quickly tucked the photo away. Then she noticed what I had deliberately exposed. My bare skin, covered in scars. And carved into my lower body were the word "trash". The surrounding skin was a ruin of overlapping wounds.

I returned with a towel tied to my chest and a towel wrapped around my head so carefully, I was able to hide my real hair colour even after wrapping it up. Frost was already in the steamy room with nothing else but a sexy ass boxer, flashing smiles at me. "Don't mind me, men have less problems." He said when he saw how flustered I looked while looking at his exposed body. "What are you doing?" I asked with my eyes wide open in shock and confusion. "What?" "Why are you naked?" I stifled a cough. To be honest, I never knew Frost was that hot. Yeah, I had seen his bare body a couple of times but I saw it as a doctor not as a lady. Now that I took a really good look at it, it seemed as though he

Standing in front of Maxwell was a very slender Dawn wearing sexy, soft pink silk nightwear that flowed a few inches below her hip. And Dawn? She was covering herself with her hands. Her fair skin was on full display—from her chest, arms, and long legs. Her face was red, and she averted his gaze. She said, “I have no other clothes. Only sexy stuff and thongs!” Maxwell gulped. He was having a hard time concentrating. His eyes couldn’t help but wander to the hem of the nightgown, and his mind imagined what was hiding underneath.

"Damn!" Dawn frustratedly picked up the simplest clothes she had infront of her and quickly changed while her cheeks heated because she knew she's being watched. It's embarrassing but he got a point on his reasoning. After she dressed up, she combed her hair but Dustine walked in and grabbed the hair comb in her hand, for him to do the job. She smiled, she loves how Dustine is so fond of combing her hair. Aside from doing romantic activities with him, combing her hair is one of his sexiest jobs.

No wonder Maura was finesse; she was probably royalty. We decided to introduce ourselves individually to the Calma household staff. Amid the exchange of pleasantries, we were interrupted by a strong gust of wind that felt heavy in the heart. A figure appeared before us; it was a huge shadow in a shape of a cloaked man with no identifiable facial feature. It whispered in a gravelly, eerie voice, "Darkness has risen. Soon, hell shall rise; the dawn of darkness approaches." Then, it vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving all of us coughing. Noah was yelling, "Moros, you coward! Face me!"

I muttered and walked to the room where Alex was resting. “Susie…” I called out from the doorway but she didn’t respond. She sat there frozen like a statue…It was then I noticed that tears were streaming down her cheeks. “Susie… Is everything alright?” I asked again but she didn’t reply. I felt panic rise within me and I rushed to see why she was crying. My jaws hung open and my eyes widened in horror as I took in the sight in front of me. This time Alex was literally frozen… layers of frost had formed over his body and it seemed to harden by the minute. His eyes seemed lifeless… his face and lips were covered in a thin layer of frost too.