Hot Guy Names Novels & Stories

Mr Hot Hotty. Gemma had mentioned Mr Parkes at least a hundred times in the last week or so, by Karen's reckoning. Mr Parkes did this, and Mr Parkes said that. When Mr Parkes was... All the girls in Gemma's class fancied Mr Parkes. They called him Mr Hotty on F******k, a pseudonym that fooled nobody. Gemma was still red and Karen relented in her teasing. "Are you going to show me the way, then?"

that was poor, but who cares? "I'm Cy Gataki, and this is Adonis Diamandis," I swear I tried to suppress my laughter. Adonis? "Wait, you're not messing with me, right?" I asked them. The two men kept their eyes trained on me like I had gone mad. I couldn't blame them, I knew I had that mad woman vibes, I've always had it. But how could his name be ADONIS!!???!!! That was my nickname for Mr. Cy Gataki. Even his name was sexy.

“It’s a fair question. Rich family, good genes. Is he hot?” “I hate him.” “That is not an answer,” Indie says. “He is…” I look for a safe something. “Infuriating.” “So yes,” Kyle says. “He’s hot.” “I never said that.” “You didn’t have to. It’s in your voice.” “There is no voice.” “There is,” Jazz says. “What’s his name? I want to stalk him.” “Felix.  Felix Dimitri.”

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

He stated with a frown on his face, I didn't respond to him. "If you don't want to talk then listen, I'm about to tell you some spicy story because you are Rhyker's lover." He leaned against the car with an arm resting on the headrest. What does he want to tell me? "My name is Felix Gaielia." He introduced himself. I widened my eyes and looked at his outfit that was fancy, he didn't look like the men that were escorting me, brutally. Why does every man look so fucking hot but inside they are disgusting and horrible? I'm glad Rhyker is fucking hot than them, I mean he should be ranked as the hottest guy in the world.

when my eyes cut mr arrogant n some guys sitting on at a corner like VIPs. "Mika why are does guys sitting one"I asked. "Oh does are the hottest guys in school,they are the HOT brothers"she said. "HOT" i asked. "As in henry,oliver and tyler,They are singers" she said. "Haha so ur telling me Mr arrogant is a singer haha then priyanka chopra is my mom"I laughed when i stopped I realised the whole school was looking at me. "Did i say that too loud" i asked and they nodded. But it was to late mr arrogant is already coming here

Cara spoke, shoving her phone in front of my face. Wow, that sounded weirdly professional. I kept swiping back and forth between the two guys. One of the guy looked tall, well built with dirty blonde hair and he was wearing a black leather jacket. He screamed hot and danger in all caps. The other guy had this regular boy next door vibe with brown hair and he was pretty good looking. He reminded me of Tyler for a second and my mind was already starting to compare them both. Fucking hell! When does he get out of my head?

I would not expect what he said next. "My girlfriend's name is Rara." My chuckle faded. What? Rara! No way! My name is so beautiful. Pyro chuckled a bit at the reason why the girls were screaming in admiration to him. "Handsome!" "Hot!" "Cool!" "Impregnate me, Hotty!" I was smiling, but when I heard the last one, my face automatically frowned. I am going to bald that girl! "Let's round of applause for Roro and Rara!" Akiro shouted. The sound of his voice echoed in the whole mall.

So Bonnie is her name? “Great, you’re so sweet,” she seductively said. She even slightly tapped Rexon’s shoulder, which only responded with a smile. “Dude, how about Dawzon? Can’t you get in touch? How many weeks has he been gone?” Skye asked him while eating his pizza. “He texted me,” he replied sparingly. He looked down for a moment, pouring himself a drink and bringing the alcohol to his lips. I silently watched what he was doing while not knowing that my heart was beating so fast.

But even those friends couldn't—or wouldn't—give her any information about him. She knew his name. Gabriel Peralta. That was it—if that was even his real name. She also knew he was six foot four of lean hard muscle with thick silken black hair she loved to run her fingers through, a hawk nose and eyes like onyx. Hands that could make a woman's body writhe in pleasure and a magnificent cock that stretched her to capacity and made her explode with its friction. And scars whose origin he refused to discuss.