Nyle Dimarco Next Top Model Novels & Stories

She was smiling and didn't look particularly nervous, which surprised me a little. Sitting to her right, in the upholstered chair, was Nicole. Nicole is short, barely 5 feet tall, with jet black hair and an olive complexion, but she's easily the most shapely of the girls. She's Italian, a New Yorker, but she looks like she could be a long lost Kardashian sister. She was wearing a tight-fighting, sequined blue dress; it was backless, with the front of the dress tying around her neck. It didn't show any cleavage, but it didn't need to; there was no question who had the biggest breasts in the room.

“Maybe I want to.” DeMarco takes his long arm and leans it against the wall just above her shoulder. His airy white shirt, with several buttons open, draws attention to his chest. Muscles rippling beneath the fabric of his shirt. A lethal combination of swag, wrapped up in a sexy package of a body. His eyes were dripping with passion for her as he gave her a sultry smile. Peyton was momentarily dazed, incapable of doing anything but full-on ogling. Her expression was downright smoldering as she gazed up at his handsome face, radiating pure sex appeal. A voice calls her name from the VIP. She hesitates, holding his gaze, letting the tension stretch.

All I was supposed to do was to lecture the girls' information once they got inside. The first girl made her way inside of the vast room. As she was coming our way, I started reading her information. " Victoria Marcos, a twenty-two-year-old Italian girl. Biggest achievement: she made it to Vogue Italie's cover. Her dream is to be one of Victoria's secret models." Well, I can't deny how gorgeous she looks. I wasn't able to take my eyes away from her. Long black hair, tan skin, brown eyes, curvy body, and a small waste. All I've dreamed about.

An attractive brunette model with slightly tan skin and hazel eyes was walking on the runway. Her hair bounced as she showed off the golden couture silk dress she was wearing that mirrored the appearance of liquid gold. All eyes were on her, including Vincenzo’s and Dante’s who were seated on one of the seat in the middle. “So that is the woman?” Dante asked Vincenzo. “Yes, she is Chiara Domica, Sergio’s cousin. She’s a model and social media influencer. Yesterday she arrived in the city to attend this fashion show and tomorrow she will fly back to England.” Vincenzo told Dante.

“Mr. Montford,” The older man took his hand and firmly shook it. He felt a surge of disgust but he managed to keep it to himself. There was really something in this man that agitated him. “Since the ladies know each other, why don’t you join our table?” he invited them. The blonde woman looked at the older man with pleading eyes. If he was not mistaken, this was Nissa Smith, a known model for luxurious brands here in Nyx. “Sure.” Damien answered her silent plea.

Before she could finish, a shadow suddenly fell over her. Nathaniel's lips met Rebecca's before she had a chance to react. "Mmph!" She shook her head and tried to pull away, but he held her waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other, giving her no chance to escape. At first, Rebecca struggled, but gradually her resistance softened into pulling him closer. Their clothes began to come off as they moved together. ... The next morning, Nyla and Damon were trending on social media. Once it was revealed that Nyla was the ex-wife of Damon's nephew and that Damon had a girlfriend, netizens began to attack Nyla viciously.

He said, and walked away after winking at Nicole. Demi shrieked happily. “Finally, my dream is coming true. I'm going to be a model in E.F Entertainment!” She danced around. “He's not going to hire her, right?” Nicole whispered to herself, wondering if he knew the kind of person Demi was. “Poor Nicole, you'll watch me shine; watch me on top when you're still down here. You should respect me more. I'm now Easton Fernand's model. I'm sure you wouldn't even be able to achieve something like this before you die, so use your remaining days on earth to look up to me.” She chuckled and walked away.

she laughed, despite the constant mention of Nicholas's program. "Seriously!" he laughed too. "And the latest gossip these past few days is that Dante has a new work partner! A young Brazilian fashion designer who goes by the stage name Lady Flammour and came to showcase a collection at NY Fashion Week in a new space for newcomers. I didn't even know that in fashion, they use stage names..." he said with a bit of disdain, which Sophie attributed to the attention his boyfriend must be giving to the girl. "But Dante says she's really good."

Now his hunger had shifted to something far more primal. He had spotted her earlier at the exclusive sunset bar in Camps Bay. Nia Khumalo, 28, a Cape Town wildlife photographer with warm golden-brown skin, long dark braids, and striking hazel eyes. Her body was a masterpiece — full, firm breasts, a narrow waist, and long, sculpted legs. She wore a sheer white sundress that fluttered in the sea breeze, leaving little to the imagination. Damian approached her with calm dominance. “You don’t belong among the tourists,” he said, his voice deep and accented. “Come with me. My villa is private. The view is better… and I want to see what you look like when you’re truly exposed.”

She did not expect Absalom to do such a thing. “Behave and don't move around. I'll take you away.” Harmonia nodded and stopped attempting to free her hand from his palm. One Equestrian Club was Dimas’ territory, so he must be more familiar with it than she was and knew how to escape Absalom’s surveillance. She followed his footsteps and left. Whispers sounded around them. A few elegantly dressed rich ladies stared at Dimas in admiration. “Who is that handsome guy? He's so tall! Isn't he over 1.9 meters tall? Is he the heir of a family in the upper-class circle?”