The Only One Naked Novels & Stories

I say. It had gotten almost quiet in the great room, but at my words, a wave of gasps, and a few sputtering laughs, ripple through the crowd. I hug an arm to my breasts and try to cover my pussy with my other hand. This isn’t the gathering at the end of a midnight pack run or a dip in the river on a hot day. I’m the only one naked, and it’s full bright. Everyone can stare at my mangled leg at their leisure. They take every opportunity to gawk usually. I’m a car crash to them. A shifter with scars. Doesn’t really happen, so they can’t help but look. Even the packmates I’m cool with.

Amara was going crazy with all the things happening so suddenly. "You don't stand a chance my dear Amara." Ivan walked in without wearing a shirt revealing his tattooed mafia body. A dirk-evil smile was dancing on his lips. The crazy look on his face made Amara realize what type of mess she had gotten herself into. "Why can't I? She is another Celestine and I can take care of her." Amara did not want to give up.

Nora was standing naked , she had just a pant on with nothing . Fuck . She looked so hot , hotter than I could ever have imagined and with her legs crossed , I felt a part of me getting excited . What the fuck was I doing .

Feral Nathalie Kian was a special one indeed. Genad picked the boy up from his hazardous position and only then did he notice that he had been naked all along, Genad didn't mind though, maybe because the male had conveniently had the clothes covering the ‘important’ side even when he fainted or due to their nature which made him more used to nudity.

Naked dudes that she’d known since she was a kid. Nerves twisted in my stomach and my breath shuddered. What were they doing out here? “You all think you’re so smart, you’re clueless,” the guy in the middle said—who was dressed, but apparently didn’t think their nakedness needed a comment. He turned on the spot, feinting left and right as Natalie and the guys all stepped closer and closer, closing a noose on him. Suddenly I could see Charlie, his back to me. My view of him had been obscured by a thick tree, but he was walking forward—also naked—and I felt my cheeks heat.

I had to brace my hands behind me to maintain any sort of dignified pose. “Don’t spread your legs, kotyonok.” I glared at him, unwilling to let the trick work this time. Ripped fabric parted, revealing the curves of my breasts, my nipples hardening in the cool air. Why was I always the naked one? The only bare part of Ronan I’d seen was a few inches of his dick because the rest of it was inside of me. “How sore are you?” he asked coarsely, his gaze slowly sliding up my naked body to meet mine. My throat felt tight when I realized he did feel a little guilty. The thought aroused a weird

“I forgot how bеаutіful уоu lооkеd, but even thоugh I rеаllу аррrесіаtе thе sexy undеrwеаr, the bеѕt present уоu could еvеr gіvе mе іѕ уоu totally аnd соmрlеtеlу naked.” I gаѕреd аѕ I fеlt thе satin slowly slide down mу lеgѕ. Mу brа ѕооn fоllоwеd аѕ I ѕtооd thеrе naked staring аt a соmрlеtеlу аrоuѕеd Joel. “I thіnk уоu аrе wеаrіng too mаnу clothes.” I pouted and he ѕmіlеd, stripping off hіѕ T-ѕhіrt іn one go.

He gently poked my forehead and stated with a smile, "One nod is enough." His hand! His finger! He touched my forehead!! Omygosh!!! It's dream come true! Plus he invited me out! It's a date! I know it is! Even if it's not , well, for me it is! We are entitled to manifest the reality we want, okay? Don't fight me in that. Yet just when we were about to go out, a blonde man with his hair perfect slicked back, wearing a gold along with a touch of black masquerade on, and wearing a suit and tie, walked near me.

Lucas The silence that follows my declaration weighs like a guillotine. The flashes still crackle, blinding me, the journalists' voices unleash into an unbearable cacophony. But I hear nothing. At this moment, there are no microphones, no cameras. Only a name echoing in my head: Lyra.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”