Hot Guy Names Novels & Stories

she starts giggling again but i was frozen behind my table. "Even his name screams handsomeness!Oh my. ..and manliness.He is so hot"Jessa squeek nonstop. King Lore Sandavid. That guy.

Gia added as her complacent gaze landed in Alan’s room direction, then flickered back to Nancy’s arched brows. “You also think Alan’s not bad looking either. Like a hunk too hung up on his white-collar job to let his eggs, explore some more.” Nancy joked, and she scrunched up her face, knowing she didn’t mean actual eggs but -his eggs!- “Nancy! OK, time to leave now, I think I’ve influenced you enough.” Gia uttered, helping Nancy up, then to the door. “Look, I used to be the Kim Kardashian of my time and I tell you pumpkin, good boys love to sink their faces in experienced meat like yours.” Nancy revealed.

The tension in his jaw, the raw desire darkening his gaze. — Kassian… I breathe his name again, an incantation, a curse. Kassian My name on her lips, in that broken breath, finishes consuming me. I rise, once again towering over her silhouette. My hands settle on her hips, the soft, warm skin under my palms. I draw her to me, pressing my face against her flat stomach. I breathe in her scent, musky, feminine, bewitching. I place a kiss in the hollow beneath her navel. She flinches, her fingers sinking into my hair, not to push me away, but to cling.

"Listen. I don't have written references I can give you and I'd rather not go into my personal history. But I'm honest, never been arrested, don't have an ex-wife chasing me, and I'm a damn good mechanic. If you give me a chance, I think you'll be happy you did." The man sat there, stone-faced, and stared at him for a long time. "What's your name?" "Josh..." He caught himself. He couldn't be Josh Nelson here. These people were very likely NASCAR fans, and his name would be a red light. But his face wasn't an icon, and Josh was a common enough name. At least, this way, if people asked for him he wouldn't be caught short. "Josh Everett." "Okay, Josh Everett. Let's go out in the garage and you

she replies dripping sensuality. It’s about twenty seconds before Madison answers. “Mak here.” “Hi, Mad, how’s it hangin’?” Her irritated sigh heightens the smile on my face. “Mad is worse than Madison and you know it. I need to start calling you Gom.” “You know I won’t call you Mak, so get over yourself,” I tease. Mak is a badass name for a badass woman who’s an ex-cop. I won’t deny that Kick-ass should be her middle name. Pushing her buttons is too much fun, though. “I’m cutting your tantrum short, sweet cheeks. I’m heading to the Lincoln and I’d like you to arrange some company.”

The guy looked gorgeous and seems to spend a lot of time on his appearance because everything on him screams money and his code name seems to suit him well, Billionaire, an alpha. Percy swiped left again to reveal an image of a Latin American guy whose code name is the same as his origin. " How original, " Percy mumbled to himself not too impressed but the guy must have something to offer if he had made it through four hunts, he thought to himself swiping left again for the last image.