Eileen Gu Nude Novels & Stories

I did a nude makeup and packed my hair into a high ponytail. “You look beautiful,” I said to Eveline when she stood in front of me. She was wearing a beautiful blue long-sleeved short gown, black heels, and her hair in loose curls. “Let’s go welcome the guest, we might find our husbands here,” Eveline jokes. “You know I don’t care about that right now, I love my life this way and I would never trade it for anything,” I picked up my phones from the bed and threw it inside my purse.

She was Lily, a famous supermodel here for a Gucci photoshoot. First one long leg of pale firm legs rocking a pair of Yeezy naked heels, before the rest of the tall athletic slender frame wrapped in a sexy strapless sheath black gown. The woman made her way towards the building like a swan floating on top of a river leaving her guards to wait for her by her car.

The more I thought about it, the more possible it felt. I found Eileen behind the old practice hall sometime after midnight. She stood alone inside the clearing partially shifted into wolf form while attacking a wooden training post repeatedly. Her claws ripped through the wood with brutal force before she finally noticed me approaching. Immediately, she shifted back fully. “Well,” Eileen said while brushing loose hair away from her face, “you look emotionally unstable.” I stared at her flatly. “That’s rude.” “It’s accurate.” I walked closer slowly before stopping directly in front of her. Eileen frowned slightly. “What happened?”

​On the table, several recent photographs, captured with high accuracy and professionalism, were scattered. ​The woman approached slowly, set her glass aside, and picked up one of the photos with fingers adorned with precious antique rings. The photographs were of "Eileen" in the early morning, exiting the towering gates of Adrian's mansion in her exhausted clothes, her fatigue evident, and stepping toward his luxury car under the guard of his personal men. ​The woman contemplated Eileen's pale features in the photograph with ambiguous glances. She placed the picture back in its place, then whispered in a quiet voice: