Naturium Moody Collection Novels & Stories

Alex says . Ha ha ha, Way to make it subtle , Ana."Oh." Alex and Aunt Sara smile sheepishly and I sip my champagne to hide my disappointment. Natalie, also staff member of the store who will help me find my dress, comes over and leads me to the room and asks me to step into a robe and goes outside to take dresses from the rest of the party so we can decide. I tell her my requiremnts for the dress and I wait for her to return.

Third point of View “Chin up, elongate your neck as much as possible” the guy trainer instructed. He was busy for the past hour training and giving advice to the newbie model, named Nixie. She was petite and has a striking gorgeous face, an excellent candidate to introduce the Autumn Collection. This season would shake the fashion industry and also increase Axia’s company’s reputation.

Natalie called out sharply. A zipper whined. “I said too tight.” An assistant rushed over. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. Let me..” “And this color washes me out,” Natalie continued, stepping out without warning, barely covered, unconcerned. “Do you have it in a lighter shade? Something softer. Reid likes soft.” The assistant nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, of course.” Natalie turned, catching her own reflection again. She lifted her chin, smiling at herself.

He closed his eyes for a second, collected himself. “What is it?” he asked in a deep voice. His secretary’s polite voice crackled through the intercom. “Mr. Moore, Ms. Smith is here. Shall I let her in?” Grayson’s fingers flexed around the cracked pen. His jaw clenched. He took a long pause before responding, “…Let her in.” The line clicked off. A moment later, the door opened gently, and in walked Natalie. Elegant and graceful, she was dressed in a soft ivory coat that framed her slender figure, her makeup tastefully done as always. Her soft curls fell perfectly on her shoulders, and the subtle scent of her perfume wafted in the air—familiar, expensive, feminine.

“The first question is how were you able to keep the bouncing pace at a stretch. I mean, with every bounce you did on that dick, your pussy fully swallowed the dick and you were also following the same beat.” I blushed hard and I laughed out too, trying to curate the right words. “I mean…” “And girl, did I forget to mention how shiny and how moisturised your ass skin was? The ripple effect from the bounces were phenomenal too.” Sharon said and made a clock it sign with her fingers. “Okay so for my soft and bouncy skin, I use olive oil because it gives my skin this thready effect that I love it so much and It also makes my skin glow.”

“I’ve been working on a collection too—romantic, nature-inspired fits, natural soft colours. Would look perfect on pregnant women as well.” An idea quickly born in my mind. “Arabella, why don’t we combine my exhibition with a catwalk showcasing your new collection?” “Yes, yes, a hundred times, yes!” she clapped her hands. “And we’ll call it Mother Nature.” “I love it,” I said, already visualizing the event. “Let’s meet tomorrow with Joe to start bringing it to life.” Laughter, chatter, and delicious food followed. Afterwards, we checked out showrooms with Arabella until we found one perfect for our idea.

Her face looked calm, yet James knew there were a thousand small storms spinning inside her. When the Nature Reborn collection was presented, the room seemed to fall into a spellbound silence. The models glided gracefully down the catwalk in dresses that looked like works of nature — soft fabrics with leaf motifs, lace resembling dewdrops, and calming earth tones. One gown in particular — ivory white with hints of pale green — made the fashion journalists instinctively rise to capture it on camera. “This is… extraordinary,” whispered one editor. “It’s like a breath of new life in the fashion world,” another replied. “It’s so Emma Taylor — but somehow more alive.”

Marco inclined his head, though he didn’t miss the edge in his boss’s voice—the quiet crack where business bled into something personal. --- At the studio… By the time cameras began rolling, Natalie had smoothed her face into calm composure. She sat at her worktable, measuring oils, careful not to deeply explain the process as Fiona directed from behind the lens. “This scent,” Natalie said softly for the camera, “is meant to tell a story of resilience. Of standing after the storm, even when your knees still tremble. It's not my competition entry but it's something I'd like every body to have. It reminds me of home." the last part was said with a bit of nostalgia.

she said, her voice filled with intrigue. Vipin nodded, his fingers still gently caressing her breasts. "Yes, it seems like Isabella has found great success in an industry that is always in demand," he added, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Which bra is this?" He asked. Nadia chuckled, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, this one is from the latest collection called 'Seductive Elegance'," she replied, leaning closer to Vipin. "It's designed to make any woman feel confident and alluring. But I wonder if that is Isabella's."

"Where are my manners? Im Catherine, but you can call me Cat. Colton sent me to help you get ready." Nadia stepped away from the door so that Cat could enter. Cat laid the garment bag on the bed and circled Nadia over. "Such a beautiful girl, Colton guessed right on the money your a size eight. First things first, the dress." Walking over to the bed, she unzipped the bag revealing a gorgeous silhouette. The dress was an iridescent dark blue, designed to hug Nadia's natural curve. Nadia could hardly believe such a dress existed, and she couldn't help to be excited about Colton's surprise.