Emily Feld Nude Leak Novels & Stories

Pauline asked with her cheerful tone. Emily smiled a little. Hearing her best friend’s voice always lifted her mood. “Are you busy?” “Well, I just finished my lunch. I still have a half hour left before work. So?” “So … I don’t know, Line ….” “About what?” Pauline asked again, knowing her best friend too well. “It’s about Jacob. I received a video of him with a woman.” Emily took a deep breath. “They had sex ….” “Do you know the woman?”

I said. “At least, let me explain…” “No, stop. The radio.” I said, and he stopped. “He called for a press conference that seemed to go wrong as the public could not accept that the leaked, sexual photos of Derel Granger were photo shopped…” The announcer was saying. “I have to go back.” “What? Lucas will solve that. You can’t just…” “No! I have to go. You mean this has been happening, and I know nothing about it?” “Emily, it’s just one more night.” He said, but I couldn’t wait for one more night. Was that why Lucas had called? Was everything fine back at home? Did he need someone to talk to?

Emily beamed, jumping to her feet and undoing her flimsy robe, thus revealing her ripe pointy tits and her shaved little pussy. Moments later Emma returned, followed by two young men that Emily sort of remembered meeting once before, at the nude beach. One was tall, blond and boyishly cute. The other was dark-haired and had an inquisitive glint in eyes, whose almond shape betrayed his Asian heritage. Dressed in T-shirts and jeans, both teenagers had toned physiques and sported visibly bulging crotches. Emily faintly recalled Emma telling her that they were seniors at the high school where she was a part-time teacher, but, beside that, Emily was totally drawing a blank.

Callie giggles. “I have a picture,” I say, holding in a smile. Emily smirks. “Pictures or it didn’t happen.” “I’m not showing you his—” “I don’t want his dick, Charlotte. I want his face.” With a resigned sigh, I pull up the picture, the only evidence of my wild night, well, except for my sore thighs and other places. I slide my phone across the table. Emily picks it up. Stares. Her brows slowly rise. She squints. “Wait... Isn’t that,”

“No. NO.” “Two—someone stole a gallery photo of me.” “You are the drama,” she whispered reverently. “Three—Emily hooked up with a photographer who is now very… relevant.” “Oh, my God, it’s like Gossip Girl: European Edition.” “Four—Emily’s nudes got leaked.” Annalise let out an actual shriek. “I saw that! I thought it was a deepfake! Is she okay?!” “She is,” I said, smiling faintly. “Because five—we did a nude shoot in a vineyard to reclaim her image.”

I look up at him, tired, drained. — They’re exaggerating everything. It’s nothing like they describe. He steps closer, hands me his phone. His face is pale. — Do you know what Le Monde is saying? That you’re the “unofficial companion of Alexandre Delcourt.” That there’s a “discreet yet persistent” relationship between him and my personal assistant. And that Daniel is the “disruptive third party.” I read the words. And this time, I feel the ground sway beneath my feet.

“Emma, I trust you. And I know you’ll never let anyone close who doesn't deserve a second chance. Whether you forgive him or not, that’s your right. Not mine to interfere.” Tears shimmered in her eyes. “Thank you.” --- The next morning, the calm shattered. Danielle called in a panic. She was at the office early and someone had leaked private footage of Emma’s old modeling photoshoots. Intimate ones—artistic, yes, but twisted out of context with clickbait headlines. "CEO's Wife: Secret Past Uncovered!" "Who Really Is Emma Davis-Blake?" "From Shadows to Spotlight — and All That She Hid"

"But don't worry. We aren't low-class thugs; we don't want to get rough with someone like you." "How about this: Take off your clothes. Everything." "Cooperate for a few high-res videos and photos, and we'll let you go. Sounds like a fair trade, right?" Elena finally understood the depth of their depravity. They wanted her nudes. Werewolves shifted all the time, and she-wolves were generally proud of their bodies, but being forced into suggestive, nude photos was different. If those leaked, she'd be the laughingstock of everyone. To protect her reputation, she'd be forced to cave to Naomi.

EMILY POV It took a lot of courage to step out of the house after my identity scandal. I was afraid of meeting people who might recognize me and call me a fraud. However, I had to step out after Leo convinced me. What I didn't expect was a public call out by one of his flings. I felt she had left earlier but she lurked around till Leo went in to get his car keys. She approached me instantly which took me by surprise. "Hey people! Guess who I found at the supermarket today? Emily the scammer!" she said while someone was taking the video.

She had never expected Vessara to see through the situation so easily. But now, she had no other choice. Emilia gritted her teeth. “Dalton has those kinds of photos of me.” “What kind?” Even Vessara’s eyes widened slightly as she stared at Emilia. Emilia’s face instantly flushed red. She lowered her head and stammered, “N—nude photos… There are… other people in them too.” By the end, Emilia looked as though she was about to cry. She had never imagined that the first person to discover her secret would be Vessara.