Juliet Naked Book Review Novels & Stories

she said patting her chest as if comforting herself. Julia glared at her fiercely in anger her eyes turning red. She looked around, the room or cell was clean and bare. Not even a thread was lying bare, the only window was high up near the roof. Julia knew she was underground because of the extreme quietness and the stillness of the air. By the time she broke out of her revive, Juliet was gone and the lights had been switched off.

I sit up, heart racing. The comments are worse. “The girl is playing both sides, she’s not stupid.” “Alexandre has always been possessive. And now he’s losing it over a mere assistant?” “Daniel fell into a sentimental trap, it’s obvious.” “Who is this girl that two heirs are fighting like teenagers?” I drop the phone. A shiver runs up my arms. No shame. No fear. Something colder. Something more bitter. I have become a story. Not a person. A “narrative element” in a soap opera I never wanted to write.

Meanwhile, inside a premium hotel room, Juliet was writhing on top of a man's body, while his hands continually kneaded her firm, round buttocks. Her upper body was completely bare, while her lower body was clad in nothing but a flimsy lace thong, looking incredibly seductive, with none of her usual shy sweetness. "Mm... darling, hurry and put it inside me. I'm so itchy, ahh..." Juliet kept grinding her private area against the man's aroused length, her voice dripping with lewdness. Smack! A loud slap rang out, leaving a clear imprint of five fingers on Juliet's smooth white butt.

“This one or this one. Please, Angel, just once, let me dress you like a normal nineteen-year-old.” "I'm comfortable in my habit," I say, picking up the plain grey fabric I laid out for class last night and smoothing it between my fingers. Juliet rolls her eyes. "I know. I'm wasting my time on someone as old-fashioned as you." She says it like a complaint, but there is more care in her voice than she wants to admit. I ignore her and pull on my nun habit. "Comfortable isn't the same as good. I really think you should have listened to Bianca," Juliet mutters.

What I wouldn’t give to be sinking my teeth into that ass instead. Juliet flops down onto her back once she reaches the middle of the bed and begins slowly running her hands down the front of her body. I suck in a breath as I watch her palms roam over her breasts, her belly- then one hand dips into the waistband of her little sleep shorts and her knees tip apart. I hold my breath, frozen as I watch her hand begin to move between her thighs. Fuck. I shouldn’t be watching her like this. I know this is wrong.

Julius looks Romeo up and down, eyes full of desire. - By the Moon Goddess, you are so beautiful. – He gets up and runs his hands over Romeo's naked body, making him blush and lower his head. Julius lifts Romeo's head with two fingers and when they lock eyes, he moves back and, using the same slowness as Romeo, undresses until they are both naked in front of each other. When Julius presses his naked body against Romeo's, all fear and reason go out the window, and hello uncontrolled desire. Julius pushes Romeo, and he falls gently onto the bed.

Anabelle's face contorted into a furious mask as she hollered back, her voice cracking with fury, "What are you doing with my man? Why are you sleeping with him?!" "Ryan isn't yours anymore," Juliette fired back. Her eyes narrowed as she continued, "Can't you see that I'm pregnant with his child?" "All I see is a pregnant woman lying naked in bed with her baby daddy's younger brother!" Anabelle shrieked, her words laced with bitterness. Juliette's eyes widened in surprise as she glanced around, her realization dawning upon her. She was indeed naked, lying next to Linc, who too lay bare and asleep beside her.

I shifted in my seat trying to ease the sudden ache but only succeeded in rubbing my thighs together. "You always did have the best palate," Julian said aloud to the group with that easy smile. "Sophie here has grown into quite the connoisseur herself. She knows exactly what she wants once she gets a good mouthful." My face burned. Mom laughed thinking it was innocent uncle banter. I dug my nails into my own palm to keep from whimpering. The shuttle bumped along and his hand brushed my bare thigh just below the hem of my short sundress. The touch disappeared before anyone noticed but the promise stayed.

A short black armless gown that barely covered my thighs, with my boobs practically spilling over the top. I turned to her, “Isn’t this too revealing?” I asked, my voice laced with discomfort. I knew I was here to erase Lorenzo from my mind, not fall into another mess. “It’s not!” she shrieked. “You look so fucking hot, I feel like fucking you myself right here!” “Hey, be quiet,” I hissed, embarrassed. Juliet could be wild and filthy, but that’s what I loved about her. “Come on, and don’t forget to lose that virginity tonight,” she giggled and dragged me toward the entrance.

The top bunk—her bed—was now occupied by Juliet, who lay sprawled across the mattress, tapping away on her phone with a bored expression. “What is this?” Anna asked sharply, her voice trembling. Juliet didn’t bother looking up. “What does it look like? I moved. I need air. That lower bed is too stuffy.” Anna stepped closer, anger boiling inside her. “You threw my clothes on the floor?” Juliet raised a brow. “If they were so precious, you should’ve stayed home with your sugar daddy instead of coming here to play student.” The words hit Anna like a slap. “What did you just say?” she said, her voice low but laced with fury.