Exposed Novels & Stories

“That’s so embarrassing.” Rising from the bed, Jon hurried to slide down his boxers, allowing the length of his shaft to spring out. In the glow of the moonlight, Zoe could see the dampness around the tip, the veins lining the sides that throbbed in anticipation. “Not embarrassing, sexy,” he corrected with a grin, clambering back onto the bed and positioning himself behind her.

My name is Linda Mulner. The first time I ever heard of "exposing" was back in college, through a news story. A female teacher, while her students were busy writing with their heads down, had deliberately lifted her skirt to flash them. But some nosy student filmed it and shared the video in the campus group. The whole school exploded. The teacher couldn't take the pressure and resigned. But watching that video, I couldn't help feeling she looked so free. Exposing her most intimate self in front of so many men—it had to be incredibly thrilling.

I'm interested in purchasing one tank of Thanox. They waited. Nothing. Thirty seconds passed. Then a message appeared. How much? Sofia looked at Naomi. “One tank.” She typed it. The reply came almost immediately. Payment first. Cash. Pickup only. Leonard leaned forward. “Ask where.” Sofia typed. The response arrived. An address. Naomi stared at the screen. It was less than an hour away. Emma read it aloud. “That's actually in Manhattan.” “Yes,” Sofia said. “I was hoping it would suddenly be in Iceland.”

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

“ That’s the first time I’ve ever heard that, “ I said sheepishly He flashed his fangs. “ It’s the façade you put up. Everyone puts up one, but you’ve built a wall too tall for anyone to climb over, “ he explains watching my every move. My hands started to shake. He pinned me to the side of the house. “ W-what are you doing? “ I ask He states deeply into my eyes. Making a shiver go through my whole body.

Alongside this, he dug up evidence of her past affairs with wealthy men and her history as a mistress. Through gritted teeth, Joel said, "Haley Stockwell is a fraud. She acted all sweet and innocent with me, but in reality, she was a vicious and depraved woman. Out of jealousy, she even attacked the wife of my employer, nearly disfiguring her!" He continued, "After being exposed, she didn't reflect on her actions. Instead, she harassed me at my home and workplace with her gang. I must've been blind to agree to marry her in the first place.

Flawless execution. Less than thirty minutes later, the surgery ended. Successful. I stepped out of the OR, pulled off my mask, and looked straight into the camera that had been rolling the whole time. "The surgery is complete. The patient is stable." Dr. Sinclair visibly relaxed, about to say something—then froze when I pulled a mini camera from my pocket. The footage rolled. Zoey sneaking up to the instrument table. Her hand reaching out. Loosening the screw on the vascular clamp.

It was morning already. The cold, pale orange sun was sitting high up there in the sky, poking its head around the clouds. The air hung heavy with the smell of dry bush and bonfires. The cottage still kept its silence, swarm of files buzzing in and out the stubby window. The already smelly corpse had attracted them, perching for a taste of blood or any exposed organ of the two.

Roy replied, sounding unaffected by his beta’s presence, even though he was fuming inside. “Uh, okay. I just wanted to tell you that my dad is back.” Roy could tell Elijah was nervous because, as a werewolf he could smell both their arousals, so he was aware of what they were doing or about to do and was afraid of what Roy’s reaction would be when they’re eventually alone. “Wait outside. I'll join you in a minute.” he said to Elijah, who nodded and immediately left the living room without another word. “I’m sorry about that.” he apologized to an abashed Kimberly, who only nodded, her eyes not meeting his, as she was unable to look at him after what just happened, neither was she able to form

In the next second, the image began to shake violently. The angle shifted toward the bedroom doorway. It captured my face. Pale. Frozen. Helpless. In my hand, I was clutching a sheet of paper so tightly the edges had crumpled. The camera zoomed in. It was a pregnancy report. Four weeks pregnant. The internet exploded. Comments flooded the screen like a storm. [Wasn’t this guy just accusing Natalie of cheating? Turns out he was the one cheating. What a joke.] [Can men like this be legally banned from dating? Asking for society.]