Naomi Daze Nudes Novels & Stories

Naomi wasn’t sure what to wear. There was the temptation to walk into the kitchen naked and watch Daykan’s jaw drop. She poked her head out and listened carefully. There was some other guy out there with Daykan. So the nude display was out of the question. She slipped into her bra and one of Daykan’s big T-shirts. She finished off the casual look with one of his shorts. They were baggy but she would manage. She cautiously walked into the kitchen. There was Daykan and a guy who looked like he was related to him.

I don't see one, but this house is large enough that I'm sure there is one. Wait! Why am I even trying to look for the pool house? What am I gonna do in there? Hide? Shit! I think the alcohol and the drugs really got me so good this time. My eyes pop open when I saw Naomi–the campus cheerleader, grab the hem of her dress and jerk it over her head until she was left in nothing but her black lacy thong underwear. Her dress was low cut, so she isn't wearing a bra, and she has no problem with the stares she's getting. I'm pretty sure she turned every man on.

War Blunt pinched between my fingers, I let the smoke curl slow toward the ceiling as one of my dancers, Naomi, flips herself upside down on the pole. Her heels smack chrome, legs spread wide for the kinds of men who couldn't get laid unless they paid for it. Business at Rapture's been good. Too good. Nothing sells better than ass. Doesn't matter if it's dusted in glitter under neon or raw in some backroom—men'll bleed their wallets dry for five minutes where they feel wanted. Powerful. In control.

Naomi pov l couldn't help but had to excuse myself as dad mentioned drake getting married,my legs carried me as fast as l can upstairs to my room slamming the door shut,l leaned my back against the door as my heart is already bleeding,why is it that all l wish for always end in heartbreak,l found my husband cheating on me with my own best friend as if that's not enough the only person my heart longs for is gonna get married leaving me behind,my voice dripping as l pour out my pain to no one,a hand banging on the door,naomi naomi please open the door,the voice loud, it's drake am not opening it l closed my ears with both hands as not to hear his voice as tears rolled down my cheeks but he kee

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.

The only thing he wanted was for Christine to get out of his house without his wife seeing her. His wife, Sonya, had caught him cheating several times and had promised to cut him off the next time she sees him with another woman. And Daniel did not want that, he loved the expensive lifestyle, the good things and the respect that came from being the husband of Sonya Smith, the founder of Deluxe, one of the fastest growing fashion brand in New York. “You can’t follow the front door she will catch you,” he whispered, dragging her near the bedroom window. “You have to leave through the window.”

The masterpiece infront of me is the truest definition of perfection. She stands before me in a black two piece swimsuit with strings going criss-cross across her chest and the underwear is high waisted with a thong like design, looking so...so "So fuckable." Dax says lowly with a soft growl at the end. "Damnit Dax. You can say stuff like that. She is our mate." I say trying to fight the urge to agree with him. "She doesn't know what we're thinking about." He says in a 'duh' tone.

I groaned, taking in the view of my mate lying on my desk, resting on her forearms as her sapphire eyes were dark with lust brimmed with Nina’s yellow iris. Her purple halter top dress pushed up to her hips with her legs still spread for me, eagerly waiting for something more than my tongue and fingers. And trust me, I want that more than anything, which is why I’m rushing to get my jeans unzipped and cock out. And here comes the benefit of her being on birth control. I didn’t have to pause and look for a condom. I got to dive right in.

Only the end part was still on the floor tiles, but the whole part was on the water already. One wrong move would make it fall. Wilder’s eyes shifted to Fertine. She’s kneeling and reaching for something on the edge of the pool. His eyes narrowed at her. What is that girl doing? “Georgia, what the hell!” Freeda shouted. His eyes widened when Georgia bumped into Fertine once again. The splash of water filled the air. “Oh my gosh!” Fertine keeps on waving her hands underneath. Their pool is 10ft! At the end of this fall was the deepest!

Their deadly looks are only outdone by the deadly Neron weapons they point at the two of us. But there in the middle is a woman. Her eyes are full of wonder and fear, but she’s trying very hard to mask both right now. She’s petite, average height. She has soft, curly brown hair, and warm brown eyes. Her cheekbones are sharp and her hands small and delicate. But I know the power behind her voice. “Valen Nero, Nova Ainsley,” she says, stepping forward. “I’m Arden Black.”