Natalie Merchant Nude Novels & Stories

“I spent years working on that plan. I spent sleepless nights thinking of ways to make it happen. And she—she just takes it and slaps her name on it like it was hers all along?” Mira nodded grimly. “Welcome to the world of rich, entitled thieves.” I shook my head, pacing in front of the couch. “No. This isn’t happening. This cannot be happening.” Mira grabbed her laptop from the coffee table and opened it. “Oh, it’s happening, sweetheart. And it’s happening in real time.” She tapped at the keyboard, and within seconds, my nightmare was displayed on the screen. A livestream. Natalie, standing on a stage, dressed in a sleek designer outfit, a smug smile plastered across her face as she address

We had to take baths in the stream to rid us of it all. Instead of answering her, I pulled the tunic she brought for me in the rucksack over my head, then yelled for Cherum to come over. “I know you’ve seen naked women before,” I smirked as he continued averting his gaze. He tripped on a large rock while walking over to us because of it. “I have, but you’re my Luna, lass. I’ve never seen you naked, nor do I desire to.” “Why not?” Beretta smacks my butt harshly, making me yelp and Val growl. “She looks quite exquisite in the nude. Our captain has had to order the men not to gaze at her because of how captivating she is?”

Bruno did not expect that Yohan Dixon would do such things. “Bruno, she has woken up. I will go and ask her.” Natalie entered the bedroom and headed towards the bed on which the woman was looking at her with disarray. Yohan Dixon closed his eyes and sighed as if everything has messed up. Natalie looked at the pretty girl for a while then smiled brightly while holding her face in her palms. “Wow! She is pretty, Bruno.” She smiled lustrously at Sara Owen when she saw the seductive satin camisole on her thin body.

Spade was still trying to hide his hard on from Matteo as he tried to stop it from getting any harder but that was almost impossible, not with Nate still standing almost half naked on the screen. Nate suddenly hooked his hands to the towel around his waist as both men's eyes widen, one dreading the reaction his body would give upon seeing the complete nakedness of Nate, while the other only shocked at how easy it was for Nate to always strip for the camera. Slowly but surely, Nate began peeling off the towel, Spade tensed as the top part of Nate's butt began showing, he swallowed hard as he felt Matteo's body heat close to him, he didn't want anyone to be seeing this, this was going too far

She gently caressed the hovering screen with her delicate fingers until the scenes of the Yaksha’s attack—which they all have seen several times by now—came up on the screen. However, they looked a bit different. Her eyes widened as the live stream progressed. - - - - Someplace inside the mansion of Pinnacle Industries, a youth laid on a giant bed under the velvet sheets. Beside him laid a woman buck naked with eyes closed. Despite the vast size of the velvet sheet, the edge of the sheet did not reach her, exposing her disrobed figure. She was uncovered and far away from hygiene as blood clots and fresh wounds visible on her skin. No one would take any pleasure at the sight of her nude and b

' The chat scrolled with anonymous bids, pervs like me drooling digits for closer angles. The stream buffered, then sharpened...a sleek Manhattan apartment, floor-to-ceiling views of the Empire State, but the real view was her. Mid-twenties, yoga-toned, naked from the waist down on a yoga mat, blonde hair in a messy bun. She panted into the camera, phone propped on a tripod. "Okay, guys, contractions are five minutes apart. Bid high if you want me to angle the mirror." Her voice was casual, entrepreneurial, like selling nudes on OnlyFans, but this was next level.

The Luna eyes me up and down and asks, “Are you here as my new bodyguard? If so, then I demand you take off your shirt. You have to look intimidating in case anyone wants to harm me.” My eyes flicker to her neck where that is a mark and I think of the mark on my own neck. She is a mated woman, why is she behaving this way? I hesitate, “I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with that, Luna-” she presses once ridiculously long manicured finger to my lips as she says seductively, “Call me Natalie.” Bile rises up my throat and I grab her hand and move it from me as I say, “I think my mate would be upset if I were to take off my shirt.”

Hannah turned to do just that, but the next second, the channels switched. Chloe's eyes lit up as she asked curiously, "Who's that pretty lady?" Anathea glanced in the direction Chloe was pointing and saw Natalie's delicately made-up face on the television screen. The scar on Natalie's face was basically invisible at this point, even under the scrutiny and harsh lights of the media's cameras. She must have taken great pains to have the scar removed or hidden. Meanwhile, over at Presgrave Manor in Castenea, Natalie wore a one-shoulder, lilac dress that accentuated the slope of her fair neck. She looked like a poised, elegant white swan.

I am saved from answering by Natalie coming out of the bathroom. “I am done,” she announces.” She is dressed in a lime-colored, sheer nightgown that falls just above her knees. And I am seriously reconsidering my decision to stay back. My mate is sexy. “Still want to be a gentleman?” my wolf snarks. “Shut up,” I retort. “Damien? Are you okay?” Natalie asks as she walks towards me. “Um. I am okay, just uh, lost in thought. Do you feel refreshed now?”

twisted way you can devise?" She shook her head, her loose hair swinging with the action. When she caught Ace's gaze again, something profoundly unbalanced flickered in her eyes. "Well, let me put your twisted mind at ease," she growled, her grin extending too far. "I appreciate it. I crave it. Because you'll have to work a lot harder than this meager shock value to break me." So speaking, she traced the shard along her unmarked forearm, piercing into the flesh and leaving a fresh blood path. Ace's associates recoiled in visceral fear, but the man himself remained motionless, nearly cut from rock. "You see?" Natalie laughed frantically and triumphantly, even though her eyesight began to swi