Nobara Locker Scene Novels & Stories

position for the scene. "Scene twenty-four," Nicholas calls out from the wings. "Action!" The scene is a confrontation. I am supposed to be pleading for my family's honor while Lydia’s character mocks me. I find the emotion instantly. It's not particularly hard to, considering all I've been through these past weeks. My voice is steady, my performance layered with a raw honesty I never had at nineteen. I see Tobias lean forward in his seat, and I smile internally. I'm winning. But as I reach the climax of the dialogue, Lydia moves in. According to the blocking, she’s supposed to grab my arm. Instead, her fingers hook into the delicate lace of my shoulder strap. With a sharp, calculated jerk,

They kissed passionately, ripping clothes off. He shoved her against the wall. On the other screen, I found myself walking to the back room and sinking onto a set of chairs. I looked in pain. Light circled around me and turned dark. The lights flickered. I looked terrible, losing all color in my face. The damning moment when I had been marked was more horrifying than I thought it was. Gasps of horror echoed through the chamber as the panel of judges leaned forward, their expressions darkening with each passing frame. It was obvious when Lucas had actually started to fuck Nora. My body sort of jerked, stuttered and the shadows danced around me, sliding around my wrist. I looked at it and fell

************************************ NON-CONTRACTED "My heart... I can't take it. I'm crying right now," Nora whispered, her eyes misty with tears, as she watched Mira and Lucian share their vows. "What would it take for her to find happiness such as this?" she murmured to herself, her gaze drifting to the man sitting beside her. In that moment, as if he sensed her shift of attention, Noah met Nora's gaze. Their eyes locked for a split second, a silent understanding passing between them.

“I saw something… something you need to see.” The gym hallway stretched before them, echoing the bounce of basketballs and the mingling scent of sweat and damp air. Trisha dragged Nora past the main court toward the locker rooms, her pace fast and unrelenting. “Trish what are we doing here?” Nora asked, heart thumping in alarm. Trisha stopped abruptly, pressing a finger to her lips. “Listen.” Low voices floated out from the half-open door of the locker room. Nora froze. One male, one female. Muffled but unmistakable.

The lady too started couching her eyes started closing on their own Accord. Nora tired to stand up scattering the make up kit aside and crawl to the room entrance,the lady already fell unconscious and she's not going to last any longer. She tried turning the knob to open the door but its not opening, it's almost like it's locked from outside. She fell to the ground unconscious. T.B.C

Jordan huffs as she runs faster to keep up with me. “It’s in my contract. Your dad and friends have an open invitation.” She smiles and I wish I hadn’t removed her lipstick earlier. “Quarterbacks are so spoiled,” she says on a laugh. We run a few more miles and finish up our warmup. There will be a short meeting before official practice begins. Again, I find it hard to resist taking Jordan’s hand as we walk back to the locker room. I’ve turned into a complete pussy when it comes to this woman and I honestly don’t give a damn. The glaring emptiness of Kelson’s locker is no longer staring at us because thankfully Bobby has moved Fergus’ items over. There is a problem, though. Each locker has a

Leon’s eyes fluttered closed again as he leaned closer, responding fully. Noa's hand went back to his chest and trailed down to his belly button. It hovered a bit and continued to his waistline. Then, he went further to brush Leon’s dick which was already throbbing. Leon gasped. Then, he pulled away quickly. His eyes locked with Noa’s in confusion. Before Noa could find a way to convince him, the locker room door suddenly slammed open, so hard that the sound cracked through the air.

"I won't be going. The company wants me to liaise with one of our clients." The police officer didn't believe in Thomas' flimsy excuse. "You can return home once you're done giving your statement at the station. You can liaise with your client as long as you want after that." Thomas swallowed nervously. He swept his gaze over the living room and suddenly pointed at Oliver, who was crawling on the ground. "Look! Isn't Ollie holding the missing money?"

I was almost to the exit when I heard the muffled sounds of the locker room spilling through the doors. Jax Rivera’s voice was unmistakable. “Bro, I’m just saying, if she’s the one covering us, this season just got way more entertaining. Did you see the way he looked at her?” Noah’s lethal reply was, “shut the fuck up, Rivera.” That night, sleep was a butterfly I couldn't catch. Lora had gone to another frat party. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the brush of his skin and the dark stormy hunger in his eyes. I told myself it was just hatred. Pure, unadulterated loathing but my subconscious was a traitor.

Cold, dark and dangerous. In the blink of an eye, Lorenzo’s mocking smile vanished, and I could see fear glistening in his eyes. “You think this is funny? You think this is amusing?” I asked as I slowly edged towards him, my voice low and sharp like a blade. I saw him swallow hard, but he quickly masked his fear with a smirk. “Yes, it is, Nora. It’s amusing, really. Karma, served with a garnish of heartbreak” he said to me, leaning in, with a grin on his face.