Mira Murati Nude Novels & Stories

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

she repeated. She clenched her teeth and glared angrily at them. Apollo and Marisa cautiously moved out of her way. They stood there watching her as she crawled to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Meanwhile, Fleurie was disgusted by her reflection. She was extremely pale. Her hair was in a tangle. She examined a skeleton. She didn't want her mate to see her in this state. She didn't want her mate to touch someone as unattractive as her. She's not even likeable.

My best friend Ada, lounged beside me on my bed and exclaimed, "Mila, you are exquisitely beautiful." Her eyes were fixed on my phone as she uttered these words. "You should definitely consider sending Everett that photo of yourself." With a tap on the screen, a provocative selfie of me lying on my bed without a top materialized.

After making sure everything was in place, she jogged upstairs, stripping to the last of her nakedness the moment she stepped into their room. She tied a bathrobe around her body and went to fill the tub with water. She would surprise Timothy tonight and her way of surprising him was surrendering her soul and body to him. After an hour of soaking in the warm water, Mira stepped out of the bathroom, a towel at hand drying her hair while she tied a bathrobe around her body. She took her time dressing up in the red Lacy underwear she had purchased at the Mall. The set was a red thong and a red Lacy bra that contrasted her Milk skin, creating a turn on scene on the reflection of her dressing Mir

“Follow me.” The upstairs room was small and mostly empty except for a wide couch and a single overhead light. Mira locked the door, leaned against the wall, and gestured with her phone. “Go on. I want a good view.” Raven turned to me, voice low enough that only I could hear. “Last chance to walk out.” “I’m not walking out.” Something dark and approving flashed in her eyes. She kissed me hard, then pulled the borrowed dress over my head in one motion, leaving me naked under the harsh light. Lila and Quinn stripped just as fast. Mira never looked away.

Nothing positive came to my mind, and slowly the snares of sleep came knocking, and then I let them claim me. ********* I sat by the poolside, my feet wiggling in the pool. It was a calming exercise and I was quite happy that no one came to bug me. I just wanted to enjoy my own company. Someone cleared her throat behind me and I turned around to see Mira wearing a swimsuit that resembled mine. Mine had a cut that extended from below my breast to my abdomen, causing my waistline to be exposed. She wore a more revealing swimsuit that exposed her butt cheek and the upper part of her cleavage.

The first wave of air hit my face as soon as I stepped into the woods, and at once, scattering all the strands of hair I had worked so hard to put in place all over my face. I flicked a strand of hair backward to gain clear vision. And just as I thought, Mira was standing at her favorite spot. At the top of a single rock, staring into the horizon, as if she was trying to catch the sight of the sun as it traveled to its place behind the horizon. Once again, seeing her standing there, with her skin so perfect as if it was made of emerald, I was reminded of what a perfect woman she was, no wonder I was utterly obsessed over her.

she greeted, her smile was bright as the sun above the sky. Mira flinched in surprise and looked at her. "You really want to kill me do you?" she said then laughed quietly. Mira was beautiful. She has beautiful blue eyes, blue as a cloudless sky and long lashes that cast shadows in her cheekbones. Her cheeks were rosy white and freckles lined up in her long pointed nose making her look like a goddess. Her lips were full and rosy pink like the flower. She also has a nice complexion that really compliments her features. Her hair was curly like vines and she tied it up behind her head. Strands of curly hair escaped in her ear and strangle down, flying in the wind. She looks very beautiful, she

Naniya felt like she was looking at her accusingly. " I told you, little girl. You aren't a match for me at all. I'm Mira and I always get what I want, got that?" Mira whispered, standing at the front of Naniya as she played with her long, spooky fingers so others wouldn't notice she was talking to Naniya. When she was sure Naniya already heard all what she said, with a satisfactory smile, she walked on and purposely flaunted her hair which exposed her neck to Naniya's view.

Cassien fired. “Eww,” she waved her hands in the air. “ I had pressed my ears against the door to make sure you guys were doing nothing before I entered. And I definitely don't want to see your naked body,” she scoffed. “We might not be doing anything but can still be naked,” Lucien said and I facepalmed. “Why are you hellbent on me seeing your nakedness,” Mira hissed. “I don't want you to see my nakedness.” Lucien smirked, knowing fully well that she was uncomfortable talking about that but he didn't know what extent Mira could go. “My nakedness is too precious and priceless for you too see,” he added.