Destiny Rodriguez Nude Novels & Stories

I bite my lower lips nervously while blushing. He undid his jeans rapidly, I again closed my eyes and he undid my patiyala pyjama. Now I'm only in my pantie. It is so horrible for me to stand nude in front of anyone. He pushed me back and pinned me with the bathroom wall, and claimed my lips.

The woman who introduced herself as Candice Dy moved closer towards her and gave her a sweet smile. 'Candice Dy? You are the original female protagonist?!'

Destiny's salary was enough to keep her living more than comfortably and she took great pride in the apartment she called home. The problem also wasn't with her appearance. Although Destiny would say that she would never be Miss America, she was a very attractive girl. At least that is what her friends told her not to mention the guys she dated albeit briefly. At 5'6 with a small waist and large chest, long brown hair and large blue eyes she had been told she resembled a mythical goddess. Well, her ex-boyfriend Rich had told her that before trying to shove his hand down her pants. But although no one would describe Destiny as arrogant she was pretty sure she wasn't ugly by any means.

Every lie hurts more every time I look at you. --- "Dad...!" Natalia Rodriguez's doleful gaze never left her father's coffin. I observed her from a distance. She arrived five minutes ago and she's never looked at anyone else since. Nevertheless, I got a good look at her. Nearly as tall as Ross, who's probably at 6 feet, she was tall and petite. With tan skin, thick brows, a proud nose, and full lips, she was a total Latina beauty—especially with the long, wavy black locks.

"The reason you saw me drowning my sorrows in strong liquor, nearly freezing to death on the ice plains multiple times, when you sent wolves to the far north to 'check up' on me." "The name I never dared mention to any wolf, afraid you idiots would bother her behind my back, afraid my mother would continue to trouble her." "She's the one right in front of you, Ella Moon-shadow, the only woman Lucas Blackstone will ever recognize, the one etched into my soul." "Now, she is my Luna, my legal mate, the future mistress of the Blackstone Pack." "So from now on, you'd better get rid of all your filthy thoughts about her. Don't even have a single crooked idea."

she responded while tugging at his shirt, which he took off in a swift motion. She roamed her fingers around his bare chest, which made a cold shiver run down his spine. A hint of a smile showed on her face. “Now, will you be a good girl and spread your legs for me?” He whispered naughtily in her ear. By the time he was done saying the words out, they were both naked, with Cam or as he knew her, Angel, beneath him. He grabbed both of her breasts in his hand while working his way down her body with his lips.

Deep brown boots framed her ankles. I cleared my throat, adjusting my hips over the bed. From the way her gaze stayed fixed, her posture unwavering, she was a skilled fighter. Her skin was flawless and clear. She had sharp jawlines, which made her look more fierce. Why did Zadekiah bring this woman, and who was she to him? Those rumors that he was plagued by a woman he couldn’t have—that was why he stayed without a mate…was it her? A strange heat flared in my chest as my palm dug into the sheets drawing a sharp breath.

Anika candidly stated. "Anyway, I can't blame him. Babe, you are so astonishing." Anika wholeheartedly praised her. "You too, Babe. You are damn so pretty. Lucky to have you tonight." Jaz shared her introspections. Anika acted disappointed. "Just tonight?" Jaz is getting her hand, looking straight at her gazes," Every day, Ms. Anika Hodgens. Even only wearing your pajamas, no makeup at all, still captivates my eyes." Then they kissed, not caring about further people around.

Something came over me. In the dimly lit cell, the first soldier's focus was fixed ahead, unaware of the danger behind him. As he turned, I struck swiftly, catching him off guard. My fist connected with precision, sending him stumbling forward. With determination, I pressed my advantage, delivering a series of blows that left him reeling. But my efforts were futile. The soldier grabbed me and threw me against the hard concrete. Darkness consumed me as I fell, witnessing the terror in Charity's eyes. She screamed, tears and mucus streaming down her face, distorting her usually beautiful features.