Hansel He's So Hot Right Now Novels & Stories

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras

Fennel smiled and said, “Don't rush. Take your time. Hades is definitely thinking of ways to deal with us right now. We might as well drink up and wait for them to turn up at our doorstep.” When Georgina heard Fennel's words, her eyes were full of admiration. Too cool! This was the Apollo she loved and admired! This was the Sun God! Philip nodded and said nothing. Suddenly, there was a commotion over there. They looked over and saw Hans arguing with four or five burly men. “Damn it! Don’t touch me! I didn’t do anything! I was just buying this pretty lady a drink,” Hans cursed. Several burly men grabbed Hans by the collar and cursed, “F*ck you! Go back to your country. You're not welcome here

Marcus asked maternally. “Suzan is the devil.” Jane Mouthed. “Don’t blame her,” Marcus muttered softly. “Then who should I blame?” Jane retorted. “It was not her fault,” Marcus replied. He raised his hand, hesitant, conflict raging in his eyes, and then swiftly brushed the length of Jane’s cheekbone with his fingertips. The trail his fingers left on her skin was alarmingly warm — like she’d been burned, but in a good way. Jane tried not to focus on the conflict his touch had sent her body into.

“In an office uniform?” “Especially in an office uniform.” I laughed softly. “You’re exaggerating.” He shook his head. “I’m not.” I smiled mischievously. Then I did something impulsive. I lightly tapped his arm several times, teasing him. He looked down at me, amused. “You’re behaving strangely today.” “Maybe I’m just in a good mood.” Lucien smirked. “You look like an angel.” I tilted my head. “An angel?” “Yes,” he said slowly. “But one in disguise.”

I just love whatever comes from him, I suppose. He's simply the end and my beginning. "Hi," I murmur, staring at him tenderly. "Oh God." He tries to get up, and I place another pillow to support his back. "Thank you," he says gratefully, a warm smile splattered on his face. He's actually shirtless, hypnotizing me with his masculine profile. This is a pure torture, I think to myself, and my sex goddess winks mischievously, twirling around as though ready to do the strip show.

Looking down at my hands. He increased the temperature of the heater in the car. "Dikh raha hai wo." He mocked, focusing back on the road. (I can see that) "There is a shawl on the back seat. It will help for now." He spoke, concerned. "Mai theek hu." I didn't want to make a fool of myself right now. I was already wearing his jacket, that was enough for me, but the shivering inside my body didn't subside. (I am okay)

Aurelia “Well, well, well,” Cassie, my new college best friend shouted over the pounding bass, leaning in so I could hear her, “Aurelia the good girl in a club.” I rolled my eyes, the neon lights strobing across her amused face. Good girl. If only she knew. Good girls didn’t let their stepbrothers fuck them in locked bathrooms. Good girls didn’t spread their legs under breakfast tables while four other people chatted about mergers and wedding dates.

"But futile. You see, Victor, the trap I mentioned wasn't just for you. It was for everyone you love. Your pack, your friends, your family. They're all going to die tonight but they'll die serving me." I try to stand, but my body won't obey. The magic is paralyzing me, holding me down like an invisible weight. "Michael!" I shout. "Gideon! Harrison! Get her—" But they're not moving. They're frozen in place, their eyes wide with horror, their bodies trapped by Helen's magic. Harrison is the only one still struggling, his face contorted with rage. "Let her go!" he roars. "She's my daughter! Take me instead!"

Just then, a message from Sophie popped up. [Honey, tons of private videos from hotels and clubs have leaked online after the holiday season! So scary! Luckily, we didn't do anything risky… but still, I can't help but worry.] She attached a censored video as an example. I opened it out of curiosity. Although the video was blurry and the sound was altered, one short clip struck me. The people in it looked just like Tessa and me! "Damn it! What's going on?" I gripped my phone, barely containing my rage. I called Tessa immediately, demanding, "Where did you post our video?"

“You let the witch off the leash, you know what he’s capable of.” Killian rolled his eyes, rolling up the cuff of his sleeves with each hand. “Hansel did not kill anyone.” He paused, thinking about it for a moment longer. “Well, not under my watch at least.” Hansel perked up at that, pushing away from the vanity like a cat hearing its name. He turned his dark gaze on Killian, smirking slowly. “Oh I’m flattered. You make me sound so dangerous.” He purred the last word with more sass than was necessary. Killian rolled his eyes again.