Naturist Freedom Christmas Novelas e Histórias

The patio door burst open, and Chloe ran back in, covered in snowflakes, shivering but smiling. "It's beautiful! It's so sexy!" She flopped back onto the rug, grinning at us. Then she looked at the book in my lap and wrinkled her nose. "A textbook? Dad, seriously? That is literally the lamest gift in the history of Christmas." "Maya understands the value of discipline," Silas said smoothly, his eyes locked on mine. "And commitment to long-term investments." The double meaning wasn't lost on me. Heat crept up my neck.

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

I laughed and shrugged as I picked them up and put them in my hamper. “The ceremony is all-natural so minimal clothes, no makeup or hair done and no jewellery,” I explained as I took off my gold band from Cadmus and tucked it safely into my jewellery box. “It’s tradition and even used to be done in the nude before society's standards changed. I’m not about to do it in the nude because it’s cold out and well, um, a fair few people in attendance will have seen me nude already and that’s enough for me.” I admit with a shrug as I run a brush through my wavey hair.

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

But the guidance was always limited to Nate’s review times and didn’t include exam days. They have their homeroom Christmas Party on December 20. Nate’s Secret Santa turns out to be Babylee. They gift him a pair of brand-new Nike Air Force 1! When Nate protests about the price, Babylee reassures him that they’re only replica and not original, but they look so legit that nobody can tell otherwise. Babylee explains they’re Triple-A grade and proudly says: “Just let me know if you want more and I’ll hook you up.”

I sat down on one of the benches near the tree, taking a deep breath as I dialed Fred’s number. He picked up on the second ring. “Hello, sir. Merry Christmas,” Fred greeted, his voice warm but professional. “Merry Christmas, Fred,” I replied, my mind focused. “I need you to do something for me.” “And what is that, sir?” he asked, a slight curiosity creeping into his tone. “I need you to open a space in one of the department stores. I want to showcase Samantha’s art before New Year’s Eve. I need this done ASAP, before tomorrow afternoon if possible.”

He had impatiently replied, "Why should we celebrate Christmas too? You're so ridiculous." I admit that I had been gaslit at the time, especially after I had just seen the luxury jewelry set worth over nine million dollars in his suit pocket. But now, Melissa was wearing that exact same jewelry set. At my silence, Yves climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips against mine.

Natasha Bates did not get home until two in the morning, and the dinner I had made had gone completely cold. She had just finished meeting up with her guy best friend, Stanley Rogers, and even posted on social media. [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] She did it on purpose. She knew I had her notifications turned on, so I got the notification the moment she uploaded something. She watched me silently clear away the cold food and said indifferently, "I already told you I wasn't coming home. What's with that expression?"

"As you command, oh mighty leader." A shiver of fear or anticipation, possibly both, went up her spine as Jaxon, with a smirk, began to unbutton his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a smooth, cocoa-colored chest. Lean muscles made his stomach taut and tapered down to lean hips. When she would have looked away as his hands went to his pants, Gavin, who'd come up behind her, tilted her head back. "You need to watch. Within our community, nudity is not considered taboo, not given our need to let our beasts out to run. It's something you need to get used to."