Jessica Rose Gale Nude Novels & Stories

The one who broke the silence. Lucas whispers in my ear: — The hyenas have caught the scent. — I know. I don’t smile. I don’t pretend to be comfortable. I am here to disturb. A waiter offers champagne. I refuse. Lucas takes a flute, just for show. His gaze scans the room. He is in protection mode, as always when he senses a trap. Then I see her: Cassandre. An icy silhouette in an ivory dress. Not a single strand out of place. Not a wrinkle on her mask. On her arm, a man I don’t know. Legal, no doubt. Or strategic. Maybe just decorative.

Pretending to be Alonso Delgado? How could she have been so blind? A sharp knock jerked her out of thought. She backed up instinctively, eyes darting toward the closet where she’d hidden the black notebook she stole from Thiago’s study. “Inés?” came a familiar voice. Gabriel. She opened the door cautiously. Gabriel looked worn, his hair damp from a recent shower, shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the inked stretch of muscle and vein beneath. He looked at her like he hadn’t slept.

"Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!" - Thirty minutes later, Alfie rushed into the study, clearly panicking. "Mr. Garnett! We've searched the whole villa, but there's no sign of Ms. Smith! But… But…" John clicked his tongue, pursing his lips as he narrowed his eyes sharply. "But, what? Speak properly!" Alfie took a deep breath, and did his best to finish his sentence. "We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!"

Jessica huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, which only serves to push her breasts up. ‎Francis doesn't even look embarrassed. "Hi, I'm Francis. I’ve... I've always admired you from the window," he stammers. "I’ve spent hours imagining you naked every time you go on a run. I’m a painter, Jessica. Seriously. Do you have any idea how your curves are built? Would you... would you let me do a nude portrait? I’d pay. No face, just... the body. It’ll be a masterpiece." ‎Jessica huffs a laugh. "Does your girlfriend know you’re hitting on her arch-enemy while she’s in the shower? Or is the 'art' just an excuse for you to be a creep?”

The jeans then joined their clothes on the floor, and their underwear followed the fabric as soon as they also fell helplessly to the floor. They were both completely naked now, but Jessica couldn't see Noah's expression because of the darkness in the room. She also couldn't see whether Noah had gotten hard down there or not, but then she could feel how two big hands firmly grabbed her thighs before lifting her lower body slightly from the bed. The next thing she felt was a hard, hot object touching the inner of her thigh, and she knew what it was. “So, you can still get hard down there? You can still get hard when you're here with me, and that shows how much my body managed to seduce you, N

Jessica's heart trembled, feeling her lips dry and her tongue parched. The next second, she was lifted up by Terry from inside the blanket. Jessica was startled, "Terry, what are you doing!" She had nothing on her, as he picked her up and presented her completely naked in front of him. The person in Terry's arms had fair skin like jade and a face like peach blossoms. Terry couldn't bear it after just one glance. He averted his gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Don't move, darling, or I can't guarantee that I can remain composed."

Obey. I don’t even make it to the stairs. A hand clamps around my wrist (tall guy, glasses, messy brown hair) and he drags me behind the tallest shelf in the back corner. The others follow like zombies. Six becomes ten becomes fifteen. The whole basement floor empties toward me. “Need her now,” someone mutters. “Fuck, look at that little skirt.” Hands rip my crop top over my head. My tits bounce free. The thong is torn away in one yank. I’m naked except for sneakers and the glittery ANGEL lettering now smeared across my chest in sweat.

"Chloe, what did you find out?" I didn't answer. I simply closed my eyes. I needed proof. Real, undeniable proof. … Three days later, Angela returned in secret with the lab report. She looked at the results and broke down in tears. "Chloe… these medicines—they're just regular vitamins and glucose injections. How could this happen? What have you been taking all this time?" I took the report from her with shaking hands, my fingers tracing the cold printed words—Vitamin B, Vitamin C, Glucose. Not a single drug that could treat my illness.

A photograph of Jessica Jane. Smiling.

She started wagging her tail and jumping up and down. I swear I just heard her say 'Mate' but that's impossible. Second chance mates didn't exist, and we just rejected our Goddess given mate. But then, the most amazing smell hit me, even more mouthwatering than when I smelled Mason. It smelled like Whiskey and Chocolate. That mixture was breath taking. Aunt Tara noticed me sniffing the air. "Alex, what's wrong?" She asks. As soon as her last word left her mouth, he door slammed open with such force, I thought for sure it was going to fall off the henges. What I saw in front of me left me speechless. A man in his twenties, 6'11, covered in tattos with short kept black hair, and the most beaut