Zoe Winters Nude นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I got to my room and was surprised to see Zoey standing before the mirror and undressing. She knew I had walked into the room, but she didn't look back to see me. Instead, she took off the gown she wore and was left with her undies, revealing her perfectly seductive body. A hard gulp passed down my throat as I watched her take off her bra, and then she pulled off her underwear, revealing her nude body to me. “Mine,” my wolf howled possessively, sending a series of emotions throughout my being.

Then, they both froze. Zoe hadn't expected him to wake up, and Mason hadn't expected to see this scene in the bathroom. The bathtub was filled with water, and Zoe stood beside it, her body completely bare. Her long, black hair fell loosely around her waist, accentuating her slender figure and fair, supple skin. Zoe was taking a shower. With one arm injured, her movements were awkward. Seeing Mason enter, she quickly covered her chest with her hand. Her long, slender legs unconsciously crossed as she trembled slightly.

We once stayed at her house for a week, because Isolde just never came home. “Oh, you know me, not much has changed. I'm always fine!” Nadine gives me a wink and I chuckle. She is probably in her early to mid-thirties by now, but I can tell she is still as young and eccentric as she ever was. I use to think she was so wild. How she dressed, spoke and acted was amazing to me. Nadine is a self-professed 'hippie' who walks around barefoot, lives in a house with hardly any furniture, mostly just plants and brightly colored objects and she is a hardcore vegan. She wears dresses and goes barefoot, she only washes her hair with vegetable extracts and other natural things. She stays 'in tune' with '

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.

Zoe stretches her hand upwards. In that posture, my eyes glimpse something they shouldn't. Zoe's wearing a wide collar T-shirt today. So, her cleavage is a little out there. And considering the size of her boobs, and gravity... "Oh my goodness.." Cisco whispers to me. "What is it..?" "I just feel, at peace a little.." he replies while I check what his camera is aimmed at. "Uhh—seriously..?!" I shrug. "Zoe, is so soft, you know?" he whispers again. "Probably the softest one here.."

I was so glad I had decided not to show myself and distract her. There she was. My divine goddess. Zoe was barefoot in the snow and singing a song softly as she danced gracefully around the frozen lake. The trees rustled as if responding to her song. The songbirds copied her tune and joined in. She flicked her hair and I knew I was falling in love. She twisted her hips and moved her hands like a wave on the ocean. Her eyes were closed as she sang and danced, becoming one with the majestic landscape. I focused on her words;

Ezra nodded to Emma, letting her know that Winter was aware of the situation, but she vowed to keep the secret from his family. "Hey, love." She knelt in front of Zoe. “How are you, little one? I heard you are really smart." Zoe laughed. “What is your name? You are very beautiful.” “Aww. Thank you very much. My name is Winter. Your daddy's sister. You can address me as Winter. Okay?” Zoe nodded. “Will you play with me sometimes?”

My hand fell on its own to my belly, I had a little pudge sticking out that wasn’t as noticeable under this dress but you could really see it when I’m naked. I blew out a hard breath as I watched Zoe counting down with her free hand. When she got to one, she then pointed at me. I clasped my hands together and tried with all I had to relax. I turned a bit so my back drop would be the lobby and not the chaos going on further into the space.

Sober enough to witness the disgusting scene on the leather sofa in the living room. Zane was leaning back against the sofa with the top buttons of his shirt undone. Sitting on his lap was a blonde woman in a revealing dress, busily licking his neck and leaving crimson marks on his skin. The woman was Violet Iris, the rising actress whose photos with Zane had gone viral just a few hours ago. To be honest, this wasn't a new sight for Emma. For seven years, she had grown accustomed to watching Zane move from one woman to another. But tonight, after her hopes had been shattered at her best friend's wedding, it felt as though her heart was being crushed to pieces.

Zoe’s face flushed red, tears springing to her eyes as she stared down at the photos. She took a closer look and felt sick to her stomach. In every photo, a woman was tangled up with older men, shirtless, her expression dazed, her body posed in deliberately suggestive ways. And the worst part? Every single photo starred her. Dylan’s voice was ice-cold. “Zoe Stone, if you want to be trash, that’s your business. But don’t drag our family name down with you.”