Nadia Parkes Nude Novels & Stories

Theodore watched, unbothered, as she scrambled to pull the blanket tighter around her, her entire body tensing. “Oh my God,” she repeated, her voice slightly louder this time. She turned to him, her cheeks flushing a deep red. “I—I’m naked.” Theodore sat up, stretching his arms before lazily running a hand through his hair. His movements were slow, deliberate, unaffected. He didn’t need to look down to confirm it. He knew. He was completely naked, too. Nadia’s wide eyes darted over his bare chest before she quickly turned away, staring at the wall as if it held the answers to all her problems.

As he reached to take another, Nadia came out and his mouth immediately went dry. Her face was bare of makeup, but that did not make her any less attractive than she was before. Now she was in only bikini with a large straw hat to shade her face. His eyes went to the small discreet tattoo on her lower waist as she walked to him. She caught him staring and her smile lightened slightly as she joined him at the edge of the pool.

The female doctor said in delight and hugged her. "Natalie, I am here to ask you for a favor." Julie said dropping Amanda on couch. Natalie looked at Amanda and frowned. "What happened to her? Did someone attacked her?" Natalie asked looking at her torn clothes "Nathalie five men raped my daughter before my eyes and I was helpless. I can't save her." Julie broke into tears. Natalie gasped and looked at Amanda with pity. She was unable to speak anything. She only hugged Julie and comfort her.

Her face reddened even the more. Nicklaus held Noah in his arms, still bent over, he stared at the woman who was only few centimeters away from him. Her nightie material was very light and he could see through her perfect body. From her peachy arse to her bouncing breasts that weren't huge but they were on the largest side for her build. Yes, there was one thing about her that was far from perfect. She is an ordinary girl.

Two days since the cracks in Natasha’s carefully painted reality started showing. I stood by the cider table, arms crossed, scanning the crowd. That’s when I saw her. Nadia. Of course. She was dressed like she’d stepped out of a fashion blog,in a high-waisted trousers, a silk blouse the color of old money, and her signature “I’m better than you but pretending not to be” smile. She moved through the crowd like she owned it, which was almost impressive considering no one here actually liked her. She waved at people. Kissed cheeks. Made sure everyone saw her.

Standing before Nadia was a 5’5” tall woman, who looked to be about 18 years old. The 18-year-old wore a washed-out school uniform and loafers. She had a gorgeous face, but her complexion was pale from malnutrition. Her eyes were clear and innocent. She looked like a Bambi who needed protection. The woman recoiled in the face of intimidating looks from Nadia and her group. She clutched her blouse nervously with her left hand while her right arm crossed over her left in a protective stance.

I've lost hours of sleep going between the hospital and home and waking up at the crack of dawn to get to our next location to grow more plant life. "What's wrong?" Nadia asks, turning around to face the guy, panting to catch his breath. I don't let her go over to him because the last thing I need is for him to see her sheer clothing and look at her practically naked body! Why the hell did she decide to wear this dress in the first place? She knew damn well what was going to happen!

The woman replied and Nadia nodded with an unsure smile before walking away. She found the changing room and entered it. Nadia inhaled deeply before slowly taking off her clothes. A mirror was in the changing room and Nadia stared at her reflection. Her prosthesis' reflection also stared back at her before Nadia turned to stare at the small pile of dresses she was asked to try out.

Nadine's eyes widened as she saw Brian standing there completely naked, a mischievous grin on his face. "What are you up to, Brian?" Nadine asked, taking a step backward until she bumped into the bed and fell onto it. "I'm tired from driving for two hours. I just want you to give me a massage first," Brian whispered, already atop Nadine. Skillfully, his right hand unbuttoned Nadine's shirt one by one after removing her hijab. Unable to resist, Nadine surrendered as Brian undressed her. Quickly, Brian initiated their passionate play, and Nadine couldn't hold back from welcoming it. Bashfully, Nadine started taking control of the game, eventually overwhelming Brian and ending it swiftly.