Evie Sunset Nude Novels & Stories

I pushed the door open, my eyes still on my phone. When I finally looked up, I found Taser on his knees, head to the side as he wiped his mouth, and my best friend standing, one leg propped on the bed, her eyes steadily on me. I blinked severally, waiting for the image in front of me to fade away like a bad smell. “Shit!” I heard Camille curse behind me. It is only after she speaks that Evie straightens her leg and pushes her dress down. She brushed her hand over her shoulder and pulled the strap of her dress up, covering her exposed pink nipple.

Evie turned around with a chuckle; ''what's wrong with what I'm wearing? Blake’s eyes fell on her braless chest, and he could make out the faint points of her nipples; ''Everything is wrong; '' he said, walking towards her. ''Your thighs are exposed and you're not putting on any bra, it is okay for me to see, but not any other man.'' He grabbed her by the waists, pulling her towards him. Evie could feel her breasts rubbing against his chest, her cheeks heated. ''Okay, I'll wear something else. '' she breathed.

I hope it's not too noticeable. Eva herself is wearing a deep crimson floor length dress with a very daring neckline. With matching lips and her hair in soft waves swept over one shoulder. She looks hot, I wish Matteo could see her, I also told her that. Then I proceeded to snap a selfie of the both of us and sent it to him, through my phone, if it’s found it simply looks like a photo sent from his niece. But I’m sure I won’t be the one he’d be looking at.

"You're not bad to look at Mason but it's up to you if you want to get naked or not. We are here to sunbathe. Aren't we?" "We are" Eva waited for him to undress. After a few minutes, she gave up. He could be such a party pauper when he wanted to be. She finished her glass and held it out behind her. He filled it. She brought it to her lips and downed half of it. What was better than having the sun on your back and endless -fruit- champagne? Having the sun on your front. Placing the flute beside her chair, she turned around and then picked it up. From the corner of her eye, she saw Mason trying hard not to look at her but failing.

Evelyn slid on her underwear, taking a seat on my couch while I changed the sheets. "Evie," I called down the stairs. No answer. "Hey, Evie, the bed is… ready," My sentence teetered off as I saw Evie asleep on the couch. Legs dangling off the armrest. Her breath wheezed softly. I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her to bed. She hardly moved when I laid her against the clean furs and pillows. Evelyn stretched her arms out, rolling over and flopping like a starfish across the bed. I couldn't help but smile, my chest tightening with this delightful warm sensation.

Supposedly, angering her father was all Timothy needed to push her away for good. That night, as Timothy returned home, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him. The possibility of Alex's involvement in a fixed match was like watching a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode and bring more chaos before the dust had even settled. As he stepped out of his car and made his way to the front door, he was met with a sight that left him even more bewildered. On the farthest part of the lot, Evie stood by her car, her figure adorned in a skin tight dress and heavy makeup that was starkly different from her usual modest and understated style.

The air was thick with a nauseating scent. As I approached the bed, my whole body began to shake uncontrollably. Eve lay there, naked and motionless, like a shattered doll. Her face was ghostly pale and damp with sweat, while her hair was a tangled mess, with strands sticking to her cheeks. Her body was covered in bruises, with red scratches crisscrossing her skin. Eve’s lower half was in an even worse state. A beer bottle, its neck stained black, was roughly lodged there. The surrounding skin was swollen and raw, the dried blood dark and crusted.

The moment the call connected, a mafia goon's voice, laced with panic, blurted out, "Mr. Kane, we've got a huge problem! At an old factory just outside town, they found a dead woman, her uterus missing, and she's got a birthmark on her arm just like Miss Tania's!" Chester's mind went blank with a thunderous crash. "What are you talking about?" Seth grabbed the phone and yelled, "You've got to be wrong!" Juliana, shaken by their outburst, her voice quivering, said, "Dad just told me the life-signs chip we put in my sister went dark last night..." The room plunged into a deathly hush. Chester felt his blood turn to ice. "No! There's been some mistake. Tania is still at the casino waiting for u

But this time, I didn't. When Kenneth saw my silence, he hesitated, then gestured for me to sit. "Evie, there's something I'd like to tell you." He seemed to realize his earlier tone had been too harsh, and a trace of apology flickered across his face. "Meg has taken the Moonviolet serum. She'll have surgery in three days. To keep her spirits up and help her recover quickly after the operation, Silas and Seraphina have arranged for me to have the marking ceremony with her."

Kissed the bump again. "I can't protect her from everything." "No. But you can trust that she's safe. Even when you're not there." Hard truth. But true. --- Wednesday morning. Evie had her seven-month photos. Professional photographer. Studio setup. Evie in different outfits. Various poses. She smiled for exactly three photos. Screamed for the rest. "She's tired," the photographer said diplomatically. "She's seven months old. This is her personality." By the end, we had maybe ten good shots.