Vanessa Grasse Nude Novels & Stories

Vanessa was smiling wildly as she stood by the sofa that Claude had been seating on. She waited until she heard the door shut before she began tugging at the rope of her overcoat. “So, Vannie, what brings you–” The coat fell to the floor and she was stark naked right in front of me. Her huge breasts rested on her chest and her dark nipples were hard and pointed. I swallowed saliva as my eyes continued to take in the view, her flat tummy accentuated with a navel ring, her wide hips and then the V taper that led to her crouch.

His entire body tensed, not with hatred, but something worse. History. Lysandra smiled. “Relax, Draven. I just wanted to congratulate you. You’ve finally caught yourself a healer.” Her gaze slid to Vanessa, slow and poisonous. “Pretty little thing. No wonder you’re guarding her.” Vanessa stepped forward, anger rising. “Did you kill him?” “Oh, no. Someone else got to him first. But I did leave you a message.” She tossed something onto the marble. A heart. Charred. Still smoking.

The curtains were heavy velvet, but I eased them apart just enough to see. The backyard was lit by floodlights that turned the falling snow into glittering diamonds. A woman (completely naked) lay sprawled on the frosted grass like it was a summer beach. Her skin glowed pale against the white, long dark hair fanned out around her head, arms stretched above her in deliberate surrender. She arched her back, breasts high, thighs parted just enough to be obscene and artistic at the same time. She looked fearless. Owned. Radiant. And kneeling in front of her, camera raised to his eye, was Cassian.

The first word to come to his mind was "Vivacious." It was the only word that adequately described the sleek beauty Tanessa possessed. Although they had a lot of females frolicking around the dockside displaying various amounts of skin, none of those young ladies could divert or distract Marcus's attention. He sees plenty of girls wearing their tiny skirts and shorts all the time, but most are very skinny. But Vanessa's physique is so sexy, and she carries herself like she has something to offer. Being captured by her was the start of his demise with India, if he was honest with himself. Vanessa was walking toward him in her clingy, bright yellow top with one shoulder, a jean short skirt wi

Grace seethed. Every eye followed Vanessa as she sashayed into the hall. Her backless gown sparkled under the lights and dazzled the onlookers. She surveyed her admirers with a raised chin. I caught wafts of conversation praising her transformation. My rage simmered. If only people knew the truth about her. “Is that Vanessa?” Dominique’s gaze glued to her former student. “She’s radiant.” Grace took my hand. “We should catch up with the others at the exhibit.”

The man yelled and slammed his hand on the table. " Rex cool down, we will strike when the time is right, we need lots of preparation you know old soldier never dies, we need to have a solid plan for the mission " Vanessa said and stood up form her seat. She pulled off her fur jacket and her sexy body was showing. She was putting on a Transparent black gown with no undies, shark could clearly see everything and he swallow a Invisible lump. No man in this world could ever resist Vanessa,her body was like a temple that men worships.

**Vanessa's POV** I surveyed the hall; the decorations were falling into place just as I'd envisioned. We were halfway through the setup. As I stepped into the room, the soft glow accentuated the hazel depths of my eyes, reflecting a mixture of curiosity and quiet confidence. Cascading curls framed my face, an intricate dance of chestnut waves that whispered tales of their own. Freckles, scattered like stardust, adorned my skin, each one a unique constellation tracing a map of experiences. With a smile that held hints of both mischief and humor.

She wore a striking maroon jumpsuit and gleaming high heels. Vanessa Blake. Arrogant. Beautiful. And fully aware of the power of her presence. Her face was exactly as it appeared on television screens and countless advertisements. In truth, Althea had to admit—Vanessa looked like a goddess who descended to Earth. Unfortunately... her smile and manners were said otherwise. Especially when directed at Althea. “Oh?” Vanessa turned, her gaze sweeping over Althea from head to toe. Her smirk tilted upward with disdain. “So, you do know how to dress up, after all.”

I said in disbelief. The three of us gawked at Vanessa. We couldn't believe what was happening, however, i couldn't get past the fact that her entire dress was in tatters. She seemed to have made a small effort to cover up her nudity. However, I could clearly notice her beautiful body. Fuck, this girl was more attractive than I thought she was. Her waist was slim, her breasts were white and big, and her thick legs matched her round ass. "She's my mate" said James suddenly.

Leslie looked up at the sound of the voice and saw Vanessa strutting towards her with a big smile on her face. She wore a floral bustier top and a short black mini tulip skirt that displayed her curves. Her hair was styled in a beachy style, and when she leaned down for a hug—which caught Leslie by surprise—Leslie had to bite down on her tongue to stop herself from choking from the overpowering stench of her perfume “sheesh did she spray the whole bottle on" Leslie thought.