Justina Valentina Nude Novels & Stories

-Emilio- Anastazie showed up for the Mate's Moon Ball looking gorgeous. Her white hair shined in the moonlight and the red lipstick she had picked brought her goddess like features out. She was a sight to behold yet she was obilvious to the young Alpha who were unmated stealing glances at her. Many packs called her the snow white of the wolves due to her beautiful white hair and fair skin. And me in my young stupidity had tricked our pack that she was weird and ugly. I felt jealously as all the other young males oogled her. She was mine, I had known her the longest. Many of the men sniffed the air as she absent mindedly walked past them. They were all hoping she'd be their mate and their pac

And blame the damn cloth, my cleavage were only enclosed due to the rope that entwined in a flimsy loosed lace. His mouth moving with smooth precision to one of the bare breast as he started with nibbling on the nipples as it was a foreplay before the main party. How shameless am I to enjoy this, when Valentino was in the hospital….in coma. “Valerio!” I used all my will to push him away almost quickly, with a shaky hand I covered the naked part of my chest, barely able to hold back the guilt thag washed through me at thag point. He stared at me, and I couldn’t really figure out what was in there, pain…regret…

The video played. The real video. The unedited video. Not the cropped, polished poison she had flaunted online. No. This one showed the truth, her climbing onto my lap, pressing her lips against mine, her hands forcing what I never gave. My shove. Her sneer. Her voice dripping venom as she laughed about ruining me, about using my name, about humiliating Leona. When it ended, the silence was heavier than gunpowder. Valentina crumpled to her knees. Tears streaked her face, smeared her makeup into grotesque streaks.

Did he know beforehand? Valentina took a pair of comfy clothes and disappeared inside the washroom. She got ready in an oversized hoodie and white jeans. She did minimal makeup on her face and wore her earrings. She was satisfied with her looks and went out when Mrs. Night called her. Mrs. Night fed her some fruits before sending her off. Valentina was loving it, being treated like a baby. She hopped inside the car and waved Mrs. Night bye. She looked forward and blinked her eyes when she saw an unknown man. He was handsome but not more than Xavier.

She got up and tried to walk slowly to the bathroom and the door opened revealing Justin shirtless with his shorts alone. Valerie could feel her cheeks rising and turning red in embarrassment, she was naked and he was staring at her. "Good morning," Justin said not minding the fact that she was naked. He had seen it all the night before anyways. "Morning…" Valerie mumbled hoping the floor would open up and swallow her. "I was just coming to get you," Justin said as he walked towards her. "No, no, don't come," Valerie said in her mind but Justin was already there and he lifted her in bridal style carrying her to the bathroom.

"What's the big deal? As you said, we're married; anyway, you've already seen me in a swimsuit and even naked." With that said, she locked herself in the bathroom, giving a crooked smile, more devilish than sweet. Valentino was left thinking about the last thing she said. Does Athena know that he spied on her naked? You malicious little devil! he thought as he sat up in bed, observing the mess around him. He had his member exposed, wet and stained with his own fluids, still erect. He got even more aroused at the sight of that hateful little girl in her underwear, showing herself to him as if it were nothing, surely to provoke and punish him, knowing that he can't touch her.

A string quartet stood in the corner, tuning their instruments—the discordant scrapes and plucks of the violins setting my teeth on edge. "Again," the instructor snapped. She was a woman named Madame Valeska, a skeletal figure who looked like she hadn't smiled since the Cold War. "Ms. Monroe, your posture is that of a wilted celery stalk. Shoulders back! You are to be a billionaire’s bride, not a beggar!"

’ I’m charm to know more about this photography club now. “What’s wrong with you? Arthur.” I tell myself, knowing very well that I’m not myself. “How do you plan on doing that?” I curiously ask Justin. “That’s when you come in.” Justin excitedly adjusts her seat and looks straight at me. “I need you to take a nude picture of yourself, to post.” “Excuse me?!” I shockingly said. “What the fuck do you mean?” I ask again, I can’t place whether I heard right or something else.

****PRINCE’S POV**** I pulled the elastic bustier of her strapless gown open to her under the bust. I smiled at the glorious sight of her full breast’s jump and the rosy shade of her erected nipple excited me. Good thing she wasn’t wearing any bra yet they stood firm. “Beautiful”. I murmured at the same time, reminding myself, I have never actually appreciated a woman’s beauty before but Val….. I fell silent as my gaze crawled every inch of it missing nothing, I kept staring at her for an endless moment like I have never seen a naked woman.

Pushing her hair aside to undo the halter, I tell myself I'm undressing her just to get her into something warm and tuck her in to sleep as the deep violet silk slides to her waist. I clear my throat and slowly lay her down, cupping the back of her head to set it on my pillow. I try not to let my gaze linger on her full, high breasts and carefully slip the dress off, noticing the stain on the skirt from when the idiot elbowed her drink right into her lap. That's two elbows in one night. I drop the dress on the floor, and acknowledge I'd have to be blind not to look. Valentina Russo is fucking beautiful. She's mostly naked in my bed, and I am a man.