Dazai Hot Novels & Stories

He kisses her temple. Darius is hot. There’s no denying that. He has the body of a Greek god and the face of a Calvin Klein model. Jet black hair that falls forwards into his deep brown eyes that are framed with thick black lashes. His skin is bronze and beautiful. I used to fancy him so much that I thought we might be mates; I got super jealous when he got with Bridget and was always desperate for him to notice me. But he never did, he has barely spared me a glance all these years. I mean, I still do fancy the pants off him, who wouldn’t? But I’m sure my mate would want to at least speak to me. Well, I hope at least.

Diaz. "Aren't you a hot one." The one with the tattoos rasped. I tore my gaze away from Zachariah and looked at him. My lips curled into a half smirk and I tilted my head. "Oh really? Better than anyone here?" "You bet." He replied, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. Flora chuckled beside me. "You sure about it? Is Celestina that hot?" He averted his attention to Flora and he nodded. "101%. No doubt in that. Man, cut my dick off, if I lie."

The knife she was holding nearly slipped from her fingers. Blaze raised an eyebrow. "Should I be worried?" "No!" The answer came out far too quickly. Daisy's eyes widened. "No, I mean—yes—I mean..." Her face immediately turned red. Blaze blinked. Then blinked again. Now he was confused. Daisy wanted nothing more than for the floor to open and swallow her whole. Because standing barely ten feet away from her was Blaze Reigns. The Blaze Reigns. The award-winning actor. The international music sensation. The man whose posters once covered every inch of her bedroom wall. The man whose songs she listened to whenever life became difficult. The man she had admired for years.