Exposed Novels & Stories

Mary’s face turned paper-white in an instant. Finally, a young police officer walked in holding a new report. He glanced at Dad, then at the deathly pale Mary, and spoke in a businesslike tone. “The fingerprint comparison results are out. The unfamiliar fingerprint on the wheelchair belongs to a man named Ben Baker. According to system records, he has no legitimate occupation and is a frequent bar patron.” The moment the officer finished speaking— “Clang.” The chair beneath Mary tilted, and her whole body slid limply to the floor.

The day before my period, I found a note on my fiancé's phone. [Her period starts tomorrow. I already packed pads and painkillers in her bag.] I smiled. It was such a small thing, but it felt thoughtful. The next day, a dull ache twisted in my lower stomach. Pale and uncomfortable, I dug through my crossbody bag. Nothing. Dark red blood stained my pants. Students pointed behind me and whispered with awkward laughs. I figured he'd just forgotten at the last minute. Then the new intern teacher posted on social media. [Just started working, and my supervising teacher is literally the sweetest! He even got me pads and painkillers. This period has been pain-free!] The photo showed a pack

Kalis POV I woke with burning sensation through out my entire body, the room was empty but I heard scatter on the other side of the door. some kind of commotion was going on, how long was I out for. My back felt pretty normal but I really didn't feel well. I felt so nauseous and dizzy, my whole body felt like the static on the t.v. . What is going on? I over hear, "Alpha Thomas room 2, Take Alpha Bellamy to the OR stat."

“Excited. Exposed. A little scared.” “Good.” His footsteps moved to her left. “You should feel all of those things. Nervous keeps you alert, keeps you present in the moment instead of drifting. Excited gives you energy, makes you responsive. And exposed—” his voice dropped to something close to a growl, “—exposed is exactly how I want you. Bare. Vulnerable. Nothing hidden from me.” She shivered despite the warmth of the room. “And the fear?”

Woody emotionlessly replied, "Let's bide our time. We've been at a disadvantage before, blindsided by hidden enemies. "But the situation has improved. We've identified our enemy and their vulnerabilities. More importantly, they have no idea that they'd been exposed. All we have to do is wait for them to make a move."

They woke up to a sub shinning down at them. Erica was the first to force her eyes open. She shook in fear and yelled at the sight of the strange people surrounding them. Their faces looked disgusting, very white and pale. Most of them had blood dripping from their mouth. "Who are you people?" She cried out taking a quick glance around. She turned to the left and the right with her hands still firmly tied behind the trees. Erica noticed that Jerry was still stuck to the tree but not Joan.

Heat pooled low in my belly, heavy and insistent, as the memory of his body pinning mine resurfaced—hard, controlled thrusts and whispered commands against my ear. “They’re building the company around you,” he said, stepping closer. “I noticed.” “You think this is leverage.” “I think it’s momentum.” “No.” Another step. Close enough now that I felt the heat rolling off him. “It’s exposure.” The word sank into me, dark and true. My nipples tightened beneath my blouse. A fresh rush of slick need pulsed between my thighs. I lifted my chin. “Then help me use it.” Something feral and impressed flashed through Shawn’s eyes. His hand rose, hovering near my jaw without touching—pure, agonizing restra

“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.