Exposed Novels & Stories

Only Naomi remained staring at the screen. She couldn't explain why. It had been nothing more than a cough. Yet something deep inside her refused to let it go. The televisions continued playing in the background, but Naomi barely heard them anymore. Emma touched Naomi's shoulder. "You can't keep staring at that screen." Naomi looked at her. "I know." "You've been standing here for almost five minutes." "It doesn't feel like five." Emma offered a tired smile. "Nothing has felt normal today." Naomi glanced back at the television one last time. The WHO spokesperson was still answering questions, but every answer sounded painfully similar. Investigations were ongoing. Experts were working around

"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.

Exposed. Dominic didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away.

“I feel exposed, so how do I distract my mind from that?” “It’s not about distracting from your exposure. It’s about embracing your exposure. Explore your body, Unicorn. Start simple like your belly region or arms. It will help if you spread your legs and bend them because that is a position you will be in often. This is your base position so to speak. The position that you can feel comfortable in.” Dedria explains. “Can I close my eyes?” I question. “Yes, but just this once. Just to help you embrace that exposed feeling you have. Exposure isn’t a bad thing. It can be elating, self-discovering, and more. You just have to think o

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.

"That's it. That's the look. Vulnerable but strong. Exposed but defiant. Beautiful." He lowered the camera and looked at her directly. "The project I'm planning is called 'Exposure.' It's about the female form in various states of vulnerability....not just physical nakedness, but emotional, psychological. I need a model who can be raw. Honest. Unguarded. Can you do that?" "Yes." "The sessions will be long. Intimate. Some poses will be difficult or uncomfortable. And the final exhibition will display these photographs publicly...your naked body on gallery walls for thousands of people to see. Can you handle that?"

If they wanted a game, I'd go bigger. Stuart opened his mouth again, trying to corner me, and I cut him off. Calm. Flat. "Stop. If you really think Zoey's that skilled, let's prove it." The room went still. "Another public surgery," I said. "Full live broadcast. Same patient needs a second procedure anyway. Timing works." Then I turned to Zoey and met her eyes. "No problem, right?" She lifted her chin, all confidence. "Of course." Stuart freaked.

he growls. I am completely incapacitated. I am on my knees, my face in the fur, my hands pinned behind me. Because my chest is flat on the floor but my hips are hiked high, my rear is tilted up at a steep angle. It is a position of total exposure. I am a target, a piece of flesh laid out on a table. The vulnerability makes my blood roar in my ears. I am a greedy thing, and being forced into this nasty position makes the heat in my belly flare up into a fresh fire.