Evie Sunset Nude Novels & Stories

“Those names seem familiar somehow. Can’t put my finger on it, but take a photo. I’ll look into it.” I take a few photos with my phone, examining the ledger for anything linking it to the others when Milo interrupts. “Leni.” He stands up and looks pale. “What?” I stand up as well and look at the photo he’s pointing at. On top of the pile of polaroid photos is Evie Tuttle in a bra and underwear, standing against a wall as if she were getting a mugshot. She looks too stoned to be scared. Her blue eyes are watery and lifeless, looking past the camera. There are sores and scabs all over her unwashed body. Her hair is unkempt with tangled bangs in her face. She has her arms folded over her midsec

The girls in the pool were now face down on their floats, eyes closed and drifting with the current of the pool as music played on the sound system. It was a lazy summer day, perfect for relaxing, but Brenda couldn't relax. She returned to the pool deck with more lemonade, but sat opposite the two girls. Another appraising glance from Evie as she picked up a bottle of sunscreen. Dribbling it over her long creamy legs, she spread it with long slender fingers, rubbing it in while looking directly at Brenda. Her tiny black bikini bottom barely covered her, Brenda noticed. Brenda studied the raven-haired beauty from behind her dark glasses as she gulped her lemonade nervously.

The halls are mostly empty as people settle down for the evening after dinner. Evie is waiting for me at the top of the stairs, her arms crossed in front of her. She dressed up for me tonight, using her clothing as both a seduction and a weapon. Her lips are poison red and her black eyeliner is winged into daggers that frame each of her beautiful, almond-shaped ice-blue eyes. Her raven-wing black hair is ironed completely straight and shining, falling over the breasts of a top that is low-cut, tight, a school uniform white so sheer that it is obvious even from a distance that she is not wearing a bra. Her panties are almost on display from my vantage point as I climb the stairs underneath he

“I'll call you later.” “You better. I want every detail.” “I promise.” They ended the call. Evie looked down at the dress again. For the rest of the day, anticipation followed her everywhere. By seven-thirty, she was ready. Her hair was styled into soft, loose waves that framed her face, with the front sections gently swept away from her cheeks. Her makeup was elegant and warm—softly defined eyes, long lashes, a subtle glow across her cheeks, and a deep rose shade on her lips that complemented the dress perfectly.

He should press his advantage. He crossed to her room and opened the door without knocking. Eva stood beside her bed. The drapes were open and sunlight streamed into the room, illuminating every inch of her. Her hair fell in a wavy mass down her back. Her skin gleamed as if it had been dusted with starlight. + She wore nothing but a tiny pair of bikini panties. He stared at her nearly naked body, taking in the dip of her waist, the narrow rib cage and her perfect breasts.

And her scent hit me like a wall of blood-soaked silk. Vampire. Not just turned. Fresh. Still humming with it. She moved like she owned the room, hips swaying beneath a cheer skirt cut high enough to leave nothing to the imagination. Half the guys on the bleachers sat up straighter. A teacher stepped forward, already frowning. “Miss Evie, that uniform is inappropriate—” Evie didn’t slow down. “You don’t have to look,” she said, syrup-smooth and razor-sharp, tossing a smirk over her bare shoulder. “Unless you want to.”

Heath sat at his desk thoughtfully. He rotated his chair to face the wall behind him. Pushing the red button on the remote control in his left hand, he turned on the fifty- two inch, flat screen monitor, which hung on the wall behind him. It quickly went through it's voice guided starting options. He chose the source button on the thin black remote. "Source selection Open HDMI1-MHL," echoed through the large open space. "Source selection close HDMI1-MHL," the electronic voice announced. Suddenly, Faidh's sleeping image appeared on the screen. The blank expression on Heath's face quickly changed to tenderness. This WAS his Eve. She just HAD to be!

" The video starts with Evie throwing the rocker sign and holding some chicks legs over her shoulder. I knew she was into girls for a very long time, but I have never seen her in the act like this. She was usually very secretive when it came to that subject. The camera zooms in on her lips and captures the moment she lifts the woman's green sparkly dress above her pretty pussy, and laps away. It seemed like the woman was sitting on the lap Of another person, whom sat on a toilet. "Mmmmm she's so wet! YESSS BABY!!!" Evie yells again, and to my horrifying shock.... That woman.... is Hunnie... The camera shows her head bobbing and lulled all over the place, like she was heavily intoxicated or e

Kyaria answers. She is not even looking at him. I however can see the look on his face. I can tell he is interested in Evie. She is his type. She is a few inches taller than Kyaria. She has medium-length chocolate brown hair with honey-colored highlights weaved in and blue - hazel eyes. Her olive skin tone is highlighted by her pale pink bikini. Kyaria is still oblivious to Aiden staring at the picture of her and Evie. I smirk because I can tell Aiden is highly interested in her just by the way he is staring at the picture. Kyaria shuts her computer and pushes me away so she can get up. I smirk at Aiden and he tells me to fuck off. He says his good-byes and heads back into the con

Also… Evie turned to her side to view the back of her left shoulder, and she grimaced. She did not know what came to Evely’s mind, but she had a tattoo of Gemini there that was as big as her palm. “I wonder if I can have this removed,” she said out loud.