Emily Rose Nude Novels & Stories

At the end of the hall, a door sat slightly ajar. I pushed it open… and froze. The room was filled with portraits of me. Me dancing on stage. Me reading quietly in the library. Me sitting alone on a park bench, lost in thought. Every angle of me, every moment… Jordan had captured in painstaking detail. I stepped closer to one painting. That was seventeen-year-old me in mid-dance, skirt flying, laughter radiant. In the corner, there was a line of tiny words that read: My rose has finally come to me.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

Hands trembling with a mix of fear and desperate arousal, Emily obeyed. She pulled the tank top over her head, letting it fall. The cool air pebbled her skin, her breasts full and aching, her nipples tight peaks. His gaze burned over them. Then, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties, pushing them down her legs in one motion, stepping out of the pooled fabric. She was completely bare before him, vulnerable and exposed. For a moment, he just looked, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. “Fuck, Emily,” he breathed. “You’re perfect.”

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

Somewhere in the village, ordinary people were doing ordinary things, living lives where emperors weren't marrying people they thought were girls, and soldiers weren't searching for fugitives, and where everything was simple and uncomplicated and real. Then Carl reached over and took my hand. He didn't speak. He didn't look at me. He simply reached over and covered my hand with his own and held it. And in that gesture, I felt something release inside my chest that had been held so tightly for so long that I had almost forgotten what it felt like to breathe normally.

Warning: This chapter contains elements of non consensual sexual activities between the lead characters. Rodah's POV I woke up late again. I shifted on the mattress and realized the skimpy nude dress from last night was gone, discarded somewhere on the floor. I was completely naked under the silk sheets. My entire body felt heavy, bruised with a deep ache from the brutal, public fucking Martinez had given me at the club. I had been too exhausted to fight him when he brought me home.

Emilia raises her head to look at Liam who seemed to be as confused as she was if not more. “ It’s Hailey. She did this, I’m sure of it.” Emilia said as she made her way into the room. The king sized bed was covered with rose petals. The petals flowed to a door that seemed to be the door to the bathroom. Wanting to see what was behind the door, Emilia opened it. The huge bathtub was also filled with rose petals. Jesus! Emilia felt heat rise up to her face. Going back to the room, she saw that Liam was already putting the candles off. The room looked romantic, too romantic.

'' I chuckle at the end. Emmet joins me, ''What's with you and bumping into people, recently? I'll be there in five.'' He replies and I smile—knowing how he would always be there for me whenever I need him. Dropping my phone back in my purse, ''I'm Rose, by the way.'' I say, giving my hand as I earn a smile from him; seeing that he has a perfect set of dimples which surprises me at the sight of them. ''Elia,'' He replies, shaking my hand.

she asked, her eyes fixed on his. Emma walked towards the river with a purposeful stride, determined to join Lucas in the refreshing water. She untied the straps of her gown, and it fell softly to the ground, revealing her supple curves and toned figure. Next, she slipped off her underwear, and Lucas couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement at the sight of her nudity. He tried to avert his eyes, but he found it hard to resist looking at her. Her naked body glowed in the sunlight, and Lucas couldn't help but admire every curve and line.