Hot Night Novels & Stories

W******p notified me of a new message from Hana. Hana : Hey babe I. : baby, how're you doing Hana : Not fine, bored as fuck, I'm the only one at home tonight 😭😭 I. : oh, and you're scared of sleeping alone ain't you? Just pretend this big sis is there with you and go to bed. Hana.: 🙄 🙄, it seems like you're high tonight I : 😂😂😂. Pele baby. Should I come over tomorrow for sleep over?

Time skip: Next night Our parents had gone to bed early. I was supposed to be studying, but my phone kept lighting up with messages from SecretHeat. IronPulse had messaged first. IronPulse: *You left the door unlocked?. Heatlena: yes Iron pulse: Did you touch yourself thinking about him?* I bit my lip and typed back with shaky thumbs. HeatLena: *Yes. I came hard imagining him walking in and pinning me on the bed and taking me hard*

I tell the girls. When we get to our house there's a hot guy there handing out flyers. It Read: "Dance All Night" "PRESENTS" "Summer Hello" Live DJ Tonight 21 & Up Only! 7pm-3am "Yes!" Tammy replies. "Who yah!" Cindy replies. "Food first." I reply. We go to our rooms to change. My room is facing the blue house. I just happened to look out my window and see the guy from earlier in only a towel. He is so hot!

Smut warning⚠️ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ LUNA Last night, Dominic came home a bit late; he was busy. He said that they finally found the person who had caused that horrible accident. I fell asleep before he came home since my body still hurt. Huft, I want to go to the spa. My body needs to be massaged. It's so tense.

I said while my cheeks were getting hot And since I can't walk on the balcony, we just hang out while lying on the hammock, we also sleep together while I lay on him When the afternoon came, he helped me clean myself because I still couldn't stand properly and my penis was still painful He washes my body with his gentle touch After the bath session we hung out on the balcony again and soaked in the jacuzzi while watching the sun go down We slept peacefully that night until we had to leave The owner, charot, kicked us out

I pulled it out. Notifications. Blowing. Up. #MysteryGirlIn708 #NathanBlakeScandal BREAKING: Billionaire Nathan Caught in Hotel Fling? My hands shook. “SO FAST?!!“

~Hannah’s Point of View~ I sigh and turn over, too hot and irritated to sleep. Just to add to my foul mood, it’s literally the hottest night of the year. So that plus the news from my father a couple hours ago, finding sleep will be impossible. The brilliant full moon shines through my window, giving the faintest bit of light and the reminder that I’m still without my wolf. She should have come by now.

The clock on the nightstand reads 11:47. Midnight is thirteen minutes away. The numbers glow red in the dark room, pulsing like a heartbeat, like a countdown, like a warning. Nathaniel is on the phone with Marcus, his voice low, urgent, the words spilling out in rushed bursts. Julian is pulling security footage from the building across the street, frame by frame, searching for a face, a shadow, a shape in the dark.

The penthouse was quieter than usual on Night Eighteen. Rain had eased to a soft drizzle, leaving the city lights sharp and glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Kai lay sprawled on his stomach across the massive bed, naked and sated after their first round a slow, deep fuck against the glass where Damien had taken him from behind while they both watched the city below. The phoenix tattoo on his back gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat, fresh red marks blooming where Damien’s fingers and mouth had claimed him.

It barely reached mid-thigh. She slipped it on, the cool fabric sliding against her oversensitive skin. Then she climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. DarkVeil: Sweet dreams, little one. Tomorrow changes everything. She was too exhausted to question what that meant. Her eyes drifted closed, and within minutes, she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. **** Across the estate, in his temporary bedroom, Damien Nightbane sat in a leather chair by the window, staring at his phone.