Hot Guy Snapchat Novels & Stories

Tritsan questioned while tilting his head and waited for her to answer. "He's literally a bad boy of our school, with all those tattoos on his body and he once went to detention for smoking in halls. He used to be every day topic to gossip about and was a bad boy till he met Amanda." Hazel said as she now a little bit scared of Tristan's presence. "Caught him" Tristan mumbled under his breath with a smirk decorating his lips which is kind of evil. Tristan just left the place leaving the Hazel dumbfounded.

I say as I grab her phone and start scrolling through her I*******m. She attempts to snatch it back but I hold her back. “Ooh, he looks cute and single.” I tease. “What's that suppose to mean?” She blushes, talking her phone back swiftly. “Because if I'm not mistaken, which I am sooo sure am not. This looks like the same guy who I saw on your Snapchat. You know, the same guy you saved his name as 'Jake' with love hearts.” I explain while laughing. “You are such a bitch you noisy arse wipe.” She curses.

HE LET HER WIPE HER SNOT ON HIS SLEEVE! I_pooped YES! NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD LET A GIRL DO THAT, UNLESS... Yes_you_suck ...UNLESS THEY LIKE THAT GIRL! I_pooped YES! Yes_you_suck YES! NOE4LIFE! Chloe_awesome_scott GUYS, LISTEN TO ME, HE IS COMMITTED! HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND! Yes_you_suck ... I_pooped ... Cereal_killer ... CHLOE, FINE, I WILL STOP SHIPPING YOU WITH ZAIN, BUT, DON'T JOKE LIKE THIS.

Why? Kaeden received a notification that his post was liked and commented on. Opening it up curiously, he saw it was a guy he met at the beach who was also gay and befriended: Bitch, I’m reposting this! You can’t keep this hunk to yourself! Fuck, I literally orgasmed when he smiled at me on Saturday. When am I seeing you again? And I forgot to ask, is he straight coz if he ain’t I need his #cock up my ass #smashthatboy #fuckme #daddy #sexy #babe #mouth_watering #hotbod #guy_with_huge_dick_here Kaeden commented: @lovita_gayboy Don’t jerk off to his pictures! He’ll be busy so I don’t know, but will let you know when I head back to the city.

I spotted itching powder and red prank paint which wouldn't clean off till 24 hours is over. "Wow! you must really hate that person," a guy said, "Yeah, he deserves it." I smiled and grabbed both items. "I'm Nasos," he offered a handshake. "Eva." I shook his hand, "So would you need help with the prank, I'm a pretty good sidekick," he joked "I don't think that would be necessary. Thanks anyway." I said, "Hey, would you mind giving me your number?" he asked. "Not a problem." I answered and inputted my number on his phone.

I guess I’ll just have to bring my plan one step forward. Right after I tap onto the Add Friend button, I tap on Message and start typing. >HotGuy InTheBed: Hi. >HotGuy InTheBed: What a lovely evening. Once I’m done, I see his status turned online. I giggle at my phone as I wait for his reply. >JL Peyton: Who the hell are you? Woah. Is he this rude to a stranger online? But I am a hot guy in bed! With white hair he likes!

Holy cow, he was more than hot; the realization made her clitoris clench and unclench that she pressed her thighs together the moment his stern gaze met hers. “Watch it.” He warned calmly, but wrath resounded in his tone, and his stubbled jaw clenched for a second before he went in. “I'm sorry!” She called after him, yet she could have sworn she spotted a strikingly big dragon tattoo sprouting from his back up to his neck. He's precisely that kind of guy that makes a tattoo look sexy as hell. Or maybe she was just seeing things, but the image never left her head. Even in the middle of the night she watched his tattoo crawling up his skin to strangle him, then it suddenly wrapped around her n

"But you still owe me another explanation, Nic!" Nicholas lifted his head, turning to face Edward. "What do you mean, Mister?" Hans took out a sheet of paper from the folder he was holding and pointed it right in front of Nicholas's face. "Do you know who this woman is?" Nicholas squinted his eyes, examining it for a moment, then shook his head. "Sorry, but I don't know her." Hans nodded. "Really? Then why did you take a photo with her?" He then pulled out another sheet from the folder – a selfie of a man kissing a beautiful woman on the cheek next to him. "Nathalie..."

Elara The door of the Velvet Sin closes behind me with a dull click, muffled by the heavy bass beat vibrating the floor beneath my stiletto heels. Two minutes. Two damn minutes late, and already, I feel their gaze on me, his gaze above all. The air is thick, heavy with the smell of sweat, leather, and that sickeningly sweet cheap perfume the submissives spray on themselves before getting on all fours. The dim lights, blood red and electric purple, draw shifting shadows over the packed bodies, some already naked, others still clad in latex or lace, waiting their turn. I don't have time to adjust my dress—a piece of black silk slit to the hip, barely held by a studded leather belt—when his han