Kiara Liz Nude Novels & Stories

“Christian, can you take kids to this address? Kiara’s mother has organised a birthday party for her. I’m going to bring Ivaan and his place is in the opposite direction.” Riya handed a white slip to Christian. “Here is the address.” “Don’t bring, Ivaan,” Kiara chirped in. She was wearing a long shimmery one-shoulder maroon dress. Her curly hair was open and her lips were glossy. “Shut up, Kiara!” Riya said, and she noticed her makeup. “Who did your makeup?” She asked and Kiara pointed at Eric and Riya was impressed.

“I can send them away if you like but it is going to take longer to get you ready if I am just by myself. Let me keep two. I promise, they won’t even look at you.” Kiara nods and the women file out of the room, leaving Nia and two young girls no older than 15. Kiara takes off her clothes, biting her lip at the stinging pain in her side. She hears a disapproving tut from Nia and looks down to see her body is covered in bruises. She is led to the tub filled with rose petals. Nia empties an entire alabaster flask into the water filling the entire room with the smell of lavender, when Kiara gets in the tub, Nia presses a small flask to her lips which Kiara eyes wearily.

Putting the last touch on her hair with a band, Kiara reached for her bag and stared at herself in the mirror. She always preferred to look very simple. She was dressed in royal blue jeans, a black tank top, and a white pair of sneakers. Her hair was styled in a ponytail, and her face had only a little powder and some red shiny lipstick. Breathing heavily, Kiara spoke some words of encouragement to herself. She had an appointment with Aiden today, and right now, she was so nervous for no reason.

I didn’t want to go through the disappointment and worry again, so I just put it off for as long as I could. Kiara had let me in on one of her secrets. Her parents had raised her as sheltered as they possibly could, so naturally Kiara had turned to the internet to make friends. Combine that with the fact that she is a natural fashionista, and she has gained over two million followers on Instagram.

a familiar woman's voice replied. Following that, Kiara Sommer, my girlfriend who broke her legs two years ago and needed help to even use the toilet, actually stood up. She walked toward Cain, her gait steady, strong, and elegant. There was nothing to show that she had been crippled, not even a slight limp. In fact, she even took out a pair of shoes and offered them to Cain. "It's the newest limited edition on the market. Try it out and see if it fits." "Kia, my heart isn't feeling too good. Could you help me put it on?"

I was literally dressed to kill and my mother really out did herself. I sat in front of the dressing mirror in me and my mate’s room trying to calm my raging nerves. I had just finished applying mascara on my eye lid and a rouge red lipstick when Kiara walked in with a small smile on her face. She was dressed in a sheer crème dress that flowed from under her breast to her feet. With slits at each side and her hair in bouncy curls. Her dress though was sleeveless which put the tattoos on her arms out on display too. We had a few matching tattoos. I got the view of the back of her dress when she turned to close and lock the door behind.

"Okay, tonight, I'll go, but I'll drive and I'll go with my car." "Good, I'll ride with you." "But promise me we won't be late!" "I promise you, Kiara" But the sarcastic smile on Lilia's face made Kiara not sure and sure of her friend's promise to her. Luminous colors rotate and illuminate the walls in a dark atmosphere in the large hall of the nightclub, and many people fill the bars and seats everywhere at night holding Kiara's arm and dragging her from the crowd of dancers; Kiara saw a scene of one of the workers in the salon wearing a nude dress, a small red dress, and a small bra that barely covered her nipples, and red sherbet on her legs with high heels!

Then, she appeared. Kiara stepped out of the walk-in closet, a chocolate cake delicately balanced in her hands, her brown eyes alight with something unreadable. She was wearing nothing but sheer black lingerie, the lace barely concealing the curves of her body, as if she had been waiting—planning—for this exact moment.

Darius ordered when he noticed her expression. Someone splashed water on Kiara which revived her consciousness. Kiara was glad that she still had a bra on her body at least no man was able to see her naked boobs and a black tight on her thighs unlike other prisoners in this room who were standing unclad while receiving punishment. This place is hell. "General Darius, how about we undress her completely." One of the female vampires suggested. Kiara’s head snapped up to look at Darius even though she was weak. Her eyes pleaded with him not to give in to the suggestion. "No...no...I beg you…don't undress me." She pleaded in a low tone.

While swimming at a fast pace, something at the edge of the pool catches my eyes, better said someone. Holy shit! Jeez, dear God, send me a naked old granny or grandpa here, like right now. I will never be able to leave this water otherwise. Kiara is standing at the edge, dipping one foot into the water, wearing a dark red very shortcut bikini. I swear none of these bikini calendar girls could ever keep up with her. This girl is real. She isn't skinny but has the perfect shape, tits and ass and thighs to hold on to instead of only bones.