Beth Eleanor Naked Novels & Stories

The instant her mother’s eyes landed on Nicholas, the rest of the sentence died a tragic death. The color drained from her face so fast that Eleanor was mildly concerned she might faint. “Wha—you… I… Nic… Nicholas?” The transformation that followed was nothing short of miraculous. One second, she was a raging volcano. The next, she was the picture of grace, even smoothing down the wrinkles in her dress as though the last thirty seconds had never happened. Eleanor almost applauded. At the performance, that is. “What… I mean…” Bella stammered, forcing out a painfully bright smile. “Why didn’t you tell us you were coming? We would’ve arranged a proper welcome.”

What was really in her mind when she decided to speak to this woman? “You would be surprised on how real they can get.” The reverence in Margarette’s voice pushed the girl to change the topic at hand “Anyway, what do you want to show me again?” Fortunately, that completely shifted the lady’s attention, “Oh, right. I almost forgot. Give me your hand.” Although doubtful, Ellaine offered her hand. The other held it gently as if holding something delicate and fragile. She traced every line and curve with her fingertips and breathed onto it as if she’s whispering some sort of enchantment.

Bella’s POV I wake up in a dark room, the warm glow of the sun peeking in from behind the thick curtains. I sit up as memories from the night before attack me and push the sheets away to inspect my body. There’s a bandage around my leg, covering a wound on my right shin, and a few bandaids here and there. There’s also a wet towel on the night stand beside me, resting in an empty bowl. The door opens and a man walks in. I panic and pull the sheets over myself to cover my exposed legs since I am now only wearing underwear and an oversized T-shirt.

She lifted my not-so-little member up and cleaned it's surroundings. I nearly betrayed myself immediately. Not because of anything improper she did. Because she did absolutely nothing improper at all. That was the problem. She was trying to help. Purely. Completely. With no trace of embarrassment or agenda. Which meant my body had picked the most inconvenient possible moment to develop a perfectly mutinous response to being cleaned by Elena Hart… no, Elena Blackwood. Fuck… thinking of her as Elena Blackwood just makes the whole thing sexier. I would have called it tragic if it had not been so humiliating.

But just then, a loud notification beep echoed from both our phones, stopping me cold. I picked up my phone and began to scroll, and my breath stopped the moment my gaze landed on the bold headline flashing across the screen. "Billionaire mogul Mr. Hawthorne spotted in bed with a mystery woman after allegedly hiding her from his longtime girlfriend." The headline slammed into me like a punch. My fingers trembled as I scrolled further… and my stomach dropped the moment my eyes fell on something far even worse. My eyes widened. It can't be.

Crystal clear in the center of the frame , mouth open mid-laugh (or mid-moan, depending on how you looked at it), hair wild from the wind and his fingers, eyes half-closed in pleasure. The photo had been taken from an angle that made it look far more scandalous than it had felt in the moment. My dress was rucked up high on my thighs. Adrian’s head was buried in my neck. And in the background, out of focus but unmistakable, Elena’s silhouette frozen mid-stride, arm outstretched like she was about to strike. The comments were already in the hundreds. “Lmao , who is this ? Does she have no shame at all 😭”

I managed to rasp, my vision swimming. She didn't answer immediately. The air in the cell felt like it was ionising, charged with a toxic mixture of ancient grief and fresh blood. Eleanor’s movements were sickeningly methodical. She peeled off her leather gloves finger by finger, then shed her jacket to reveal a black dress that clung to her like a second skin. In any other life, she would have looked breathtaking. Here, she looked like a high priestess of slaughter. "Eleanor," I managed to rasp, the metallic taste of blood thick on my tongue. "What about Aria? How is she? Where is...?"

"She's moved on, Viktor. Found herself a nice, safe boy. Maybe you should finally let her go too." Jason. The name tasted him slime in his mouth. The thought of them together should have made him furious, but instead, all he felt was a hollow feeling of resignation. She deserves normal. She deserves safe. And he was neither. He tilted his head back, allowing water to pound his face. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe- The shower door slid open and Eleanor stepped in behind him, naked, her skin glistening under the water. She was beautiful-always had been. Full, firm breasts with pink nipples that stood up. A narrow waist that flared into wide hips with a round and soft ass. Her blonde hair w

Beth was skinny, but had round bountiful breasts, something which was so sexually alluring to Christian. Beth waited with her heart swelling with hurt that she was even panting deeply, inhaling and exhaling, watching how Christian's eyes were darkening a shade greener, as his eyes did a once over on her nude body, as if it was just the first time he was seeing her naked before. Before she knew it, he was hugging her from behind. Wrapping his large lean body around hers, burying his face on the crook of her neck.

Karl and Beth had a brief conversation with Hank and Aubrey and walked away. I felt like some omnipotent power, gazing down on those poor mortals as they walked hand in hand, unaware that I was privy to their every move. Karl had athletic shorts on, and Beth wore a bikini -- not a thong, but still showing enough teen body to keep me hard. She had a big beach towel over her shoulder. Watching that cute little ass flex and those teacup tits move was killing me. I laughed. It occurred to me that I could be naked up there in the tower, and nobody would know.