Emma Myers Hot Novels & Stories

Emily jumped to her feet, gave me a hateful look, and stormed toward the door, but as I suspected, she fell to her knees when she reached the door. "Do you believe me now?" I asked, feeling more myself. "What the f*ck is happening to me?" She moaned, throwing her head back and curving her back. I got closer, lifted Emily from the floor, and carried her back to my bed. "You are in heat," I repeated, setting her down. "I can help you." "Help me, how?" She whimpered. I scratched the back of my head nervously. "I need to help you get your release," I said. "It will help you for at least an hour and a half."

Darius reminded her. Riko sighed. “Yes, I know. And that was bullshit.” she frowned, folding her arms. “Also not totally unheard of. Didn’t Emma do that?” Elijah questioned. “Who’s Emma?” I asked. “Our dad’s cousin.” Darius answered. “Like Emma Frost, the movie star?” Hibiki raised an eyebrow. I don’t hate him for having a little thing for the blonde. His only other weakness after me is a well-built blonde. And I’ll even admit Emma’s an attractive woman, in that resting bitch face young Elizabeth Taylor sort of way.

"Yes, it's them." Suddenly, Ema pushed me aside. She rolled up her uniform sleeves to her elbows. "Okay, I'll take their order." "Wait, didn't Anton say you're a Grayson fan from Frost Maple?" Ema grimaced and waved her hand in the air. "After he played with Grayson yesterday, I think I like him too. Well, even though he lost, he's very attractive." I shook my head at her behavior. How could she, who was usually calm and elegant, act like that when she saw her idol?

The living room smelled faintly of citrus and fresh air, sunlight spilling in through the open curtains. Emma returned with a bottle of juice. I poured it into a glass, my hands still trembling slightly. She tilted her head, studying me. “You look really good. Glowy.” Then she grinned. “You look like you’ve had sex.” I choked and spat the drink back into the glass. “Wha—what?” My face burned. “Oh, don’t deny it,” she laughed. “You can’t have a hottie like Mystery and pretend nothing happened. Besides, it’s written all over you.”

“Mind if I just watch? At least for now. This is....this is hot. Really hot.” “Sure, sweetie,” Maya said. Then she turned to Emma, “That OK with you?” Emma looked at Maya and looked at Chris. She thought about it - all of the hot things that she and Maya had been doing to one another. Now they would have an audience. And that made it even hotter, somehow. “Go for it,” she said to him. You enjoy yourself.” “Oh, I will.” With that, he undid his pants. He pushed them down and his cock bounced

It's messy and I think it badly needs a hairbrush. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he shouted. Gosh he's breath stinks! I almost throw up and I badly want to shout in his face that he needs to know some personal hygiene. "I am Princess Amira, the second princess of Citrine. And she's my personal assistant Ashley Devera," I told him before he shouts at us again. Because he might kill us with the bad breath he have! He looked at me as if scanning me from head to toe. Then he smiled, a devil one!

I don't even know what to say. I'm deeply blushing right now. Time to act like I'm pissed. I got my phone and marched down stairs. "Amber Fucken Mattews!", I yelled. He was sitting on the couch with the boys. "Yeah baby", he answered slightly sarcastic. "Oh my God I will so kill you, I can't believe you just did that, social media is carrying that video for the rest of the year, celebrity feminist Lexy Emiliano was accustomed by her secret lover boy and kissed on a Live vid-"

This time it was the captain of the cheerleaders, Cammy Martinez; a pretty, wavy-haired Latina with a fantastic smoldering glare. I quickly learned that the glare was because of all the rumors spreading about me and Ollie who Cammy Martinez claimed, “He’s off limits, bitch.” “Cammy, you and Ollie dated for about a minute before he dumped your cheating ass onto the curb,” Emma snapped, waving the tall, curvy girl away. “Now please leave before we catch whatever’s giving your face the hives.” No, she didn’t have any hives, but the thought of her perfect skin developing a rash must have been a really terrible thing for her because Cammy was off and looking for the restroom as fast as Emma could

"There is fire on the mountain, Amber." Amber wasn't bothered about it. She knew they were bitter because she got to work with Mr. A. There's no other reason for their bitterness and attitude this morning. "Good morning, Gina." she greeted. "This isn't a time to greet me, Amber," Gina pulled out her phone. "Look!" she showed Amber a message on the group chat and a picture of Amber, giving something to Maverick. The post talked about how Amber was sleeping with Maverick and making him pull strings for her at A.A Entertainment.

Her breaths grew uneven, hitching slightly, chest rising and falling faster. Heat travelled through his veins, his cock pulsing in response. Straining against his pants. Aching with lust. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the rush of arousal that slammed into him. Dieties, he had missed her. "I feel so hot," Emeriel whined. Daemonikai let out ragged breaths through his nose, his restraint wearing thin with each second. He could feel the dampness seeping through her underthings, pressing against him. Her slick soaked through the thin material, and fucking hell, it was right there, teasing, tempting—