Mira Murati Nude Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Right now that girl is in the swimming pool in vulgar clothes but what can you do about it! She faked her sad expressions. "Kaise kapde pehne hai?" (What kind of clothes?) Her eyes widened. "Aap hi dekhlo, mujhse to dekha nhi gaya" (you go and see it yourself, I couldn't see it) Mira said over dramatically. Kalindi hurriedly rushed towards the rooftop and Mira followed her, trying to stop herself from laughing. Mariana was in a bikini top which was just hiding her nipples and bottom which could compete with thong. Mira clasped her mouth trying to stop herself from laughing.

She held out her hand expectantly. Aria froze mid-step. “I’m sorry—what?” “Completely naked,” Mira clarified, as if asking her to set down her shoes, not bare herself in front of half the women she now considered family. Aria’s face flamed. “Here? Now?” “Unless you’d like to walk into the springs still covered in city dust,” Mira said, one brow arching with that terrifying blend of sternness and dry amusement. “Don’t worry,” Lena chimed in, plopping down on a stool like she was settling in to watch a performance. “We’ll fold your dignity up neatly with your clothes. Promise.”

MIRA'S POV:- I woke up in the morning and looked around. Freddy was no longer in bed with me. I sat up on the bed and stretched my arms above my head. I crawled out of the bed and quickly stripped my clothes. Once I was naked, I walked into the bathroom. My heart skipped a beat or two when I saw Freddy standing naked in the shower. His hands were on the wall and he was leaning against the wall a little bit. As if he was busy thinking about something important. I slowly walked towards him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. I pecked his bear back.

I could feel it in the way their eyes slid over me, in the way whispers followed after I passed. As if being unmated made me even more pathetic. As if I were some broken thing everyone could see but no one wanted to say out loud. Was it wrong to still be a virgin? I had been saving myself for Draven quietly. I wanted it to be special. But now girls looked me up and down with disgust and hatred. While every guy stared at me with lewd and lustful gazes like I was their next prey. It made my skin crawl. I'd almost preferred the laughter.

My mate, seeing her up close, looked small, frail, scared and confused on the bed, already fully naked while the disgusting beast stood over her, already running his dirty fingers across her legs. “A- Alpha Arthur.” He starts stuttering as I approach him, but a punch to the nose sends him staggering back, blood already matting his lips like a thick coat. “You have less than 3 seconds to get out of my sight or I'll make sure you never see the light of day again.” Before I could finish, he grabbed his clothes and dashed out of the room. My eyes langly fell on the naked woman on the bed, taking in how sexy she looked. She was small, but her curves were one that belonged to a fully grown woman.

When I reached Declan’s chambers, I knocked silently on the door. The door opened quickly and my breath seized in my throat because Mira was standing there, wearing nothing but a dark blue, almost black, lace lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. The thin straps of the fabric, the cut that showed too much skin, and it way the fabric hugged her curves, it was all sinful and intoxicating, and I had never seen anything more beautiful in life. I reached out and held her to steady her because her skin was warm and her eyes were slightly unfocused. “Are you okay?” I asked, my voice sounding low and rough.

The whole room smelled like desperation mixed with strawberry body spray. Mira stood in front of the cracked mirror on the far wall, tilting her head left and right while she examined her neck. Fresh purple marks and a couple of angry red bites trailed from just under her ear down toward her collarbone. She poked one of them with her finger and winced. “Jesus,” I muttered. “How many this time?” She glanced at me through the mirror. Her green eyes looked tired, but she still forced a little smirk. “Four. One on the collarbone, three on the neck. The guy was… enthusiastic.”