Alexa Demie Hot Novels & Stories

But she just assumed the answer. "A lil bit, maybe because of my blazer," Demie replied. Then, Alessandro looked down at what she was wearing. A baggy beige blazer with a black tank top underneath and shorts. Her round breasts are pressing out against the thin material, and she starts fidgeting as his stare lingers in there. "Yes, I think so, you're certainly hot," Demie couldn't help but lick her lips because of a sudden thirst. She saw his jaw tightened, and with a loud beep from a car behind them, that served as a cold water poured at them.

He is all about the full offensive and that is not how I play. ‘’Charmed Dahling.’’ I shake Demagio’s outstretched hand and smile sweetly as he practically melts at my feet. ‘’He likes to keep me hidden in little dark places away from any form of human contact, as though I am some sort of ugly leper, don’t you baby? Anyone would think he is ashamed of me.’’ I flutter my lashes adoringly Alexi’s way and almost grin at the hint of annoyance that flickers fleetingly by. Demagio bursts into an over dramatic laugh and brings both our attention back to him. He is one of those enthusiastic types who over laughs at women’s attempts at humour because he thinks it might get him laid.

Selena snorted. "If you thought you could get me expelled from college, I'm glad to tell you that your plan failed. And you seriously underestimated me. If you think I'd be afraid of you, you could never be more wrong in your life." Demi raised her brow at Selena with a questioning look. Her acting skills were incredible. "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about, dear." Selena took a step forward, getting her face really close to Demi's. "Don't call me dear. And if you are a bit smart, you won't mess with me again."

I will never miss every modeling show that you will do. Alex: Hmp! It's because you are the President and you just want to check if I'm doing my work good. Dame: You were doing great earlier. You are the most beautiful and sexy model there. Alex: Hmmm, I heard that Britney is your rumored girlfriend and you favored her the most. Dame laughed while looking at her. The assistant who was driving the car was startled by his laugh and make the car sway for a while. It was the first time he heard his boss laughed like that and it shocked him a bit.

I sat up straighter, unsure if I’d imagined it. " I know you probably hate me. I would too. " She sniffled, eyes not meeting mine. “I need to tell you something before it’s too late.” I stared. “Too late for what?” Demie slowly lowered herself to the floor, fingers knotted together so tightly they turned white.She didn’t look at me. Just kept glancing behind her, checking the hallway nervously. “I don’t know how much time I have. But I need to tell you the truth. Everything.” She paused, then gently whispered. “I’m an addict, Alexa. I’ve been one since I was fourteen.”

She whispers. Anna and I both looked around when I finally spotted him. He walked toward us with vast strides. Damion was tall sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was HOT! His muscles were huge in black jeans and a white shirt, and his shirt looked like it could barely contain him. His tousled hair looked messy in a sexy way. "You get that as a mate? And your complaining? Damn Demi, he's hot," Anna says, drooling. "Looks can be deceiving," She mutters.

“I- it’s Alexei Mikhalov.” I stood up so fast, my swivel chair toppled over. “Give it to me.” I pressed the phone to my ear and squeezed my eyes shut as Alexei’s dark chuckle flittered into my ear. “Fucking bastard.” “Always a pleasure to hear from you, Demetrio DeLeon.” “Can’t say the same for you,” I growled, my muscles tightening. “Ah, you wound me.” “What do you want, Mikhalov?” “I’d think we were already on a first name basis after all our interactions together.”

She shouted as loud as she could. She did not expect to be made like a crazy person like this, even though Damien is just her brother, her older brother who is charming and also very sexy. *** "I want you to meet Alexis, one of the vampire hunter members and my subordinates whom I rely heavily on, especially in close combat. A sadistic teenage girl who once cornered a noble class vampire alone by herself." Damien opened one of the doors in his mansion. There was a beautiful girl with an innocent face, blonde hair, and light-color lingerie that matched her skin perfectly.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Across from me, Damien lounged in his chair with his tie loose and his smirk even looser. “I swear, Sienna,” he said, voice teasing, his eyes traveling my whole body. “Every time I see you, you look even more seductive and more dangerous than you already are. Tell me, what’s your secret? Stealing the perverted souls of men?” Alexander shot him a glare that could’ve frozen hell. “Damien.” “What? It’s a compliment,” Damien said, lifting his glass in mock salute. I laughed softly. “No souls stolen yet, but I’ll keep you in mind when I start collecting, yours seems to reek of that perversion after all.”