Hot Night Novels & Stories

She felt so badass. Ellie wanted to meet with the old Japanese couple she met in her shop but the two went on a trip abroad. But to make up for that, he and Ryo had a hiking trip and camped for a night. It was such a perfect night because there was a meteor shower then. The sky was so dark in the countryside and the stars twinkled against it. They stayed up huddled around a campfire and watched the meteors pass across the sky. It was so dreamy; it felt like they were in a movie.

Lonely nights When I get home I get through my night just as I predicted, home, bath, dinner: bed then N*****x. Halfway through an episode of The Prodigal Son, I find myself bored out of my mind. I just can’t seem to get my mind to settle. “I need sex,” I say to the empty room, and naturally my hand snakes down to my pussy over my pajamas. And my she’s so hot, I can feel my pussy’s heat through my pajama pants. “Oh my, why are you so hot? ” I ask my pussy as if it’s a person.

Matter of fact, she is sure she will be next. The man has cold dead eyes, blacker than the night. He stares right at her and aims the gun. Before the end, all she hears is the owl hooting from the nearby tree and the cracking sound of her skull.

The remnants of the storm of passion that burned through the master bedroom slowly evaporated, leaving behind a peaceful silence under the dim moonlight of Neophile City. On top of the large bed covered in black silk, there was no longer any barrier or jealousy remaining. There were only two heartbeats now pulsing in a synchronized rhythm, slowly subsiding after those intense biological demands were fully met.

“Hey Jubi.” “Hey. God, I need coffee.” She slunk up to the counter. “What’s wrong with you?” Nyx laughed. “Do you know how hard it is to get a hotel room in this city over the Christmas break? Let me rephrase. Do you know how hard it is finding a hotel room in this city which doesn’t offer hourly rates? It’s almost as bad as New York. I slept in the most uncomfortable bed of my life last night while the people on the other side of the wall had very loud, very exuberant sex. I mean loud. There’s no way the man was so good. Maybe they were filming a porno.”

Hearts 🔥 (1) 3night before The night is still young, says the alcoholic beverage in my hand as I danced my night away only to awaken and behold myself in a hotel, naked and sleeping beside me was a man, out of fear and disbelief I tiptoed my way out of the room and the moment I closed the door from behind, I ran out of the hotel like a lunatic, thankfully I won't be seeing him anymore, or so I thought?". Present-day.....

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

And I felt like an idiot because of it. I had given him my number before we parted, but maybe he didn’t feel the level of connection I did. Which only made my situation worse, because I wanted more than one night and I’d been certain he did too. “New Year’s Eve.” It was cryptic, but she was also the only one who would understand, the only one in the building who had been there. Her eyes popped wide. “Richard? Seriously?”

“We do this together. One more sprint and we reach the hotel.” We ran again. My shoes hit the ground soft. The abandoned hotel appeared at the end of the street. Boards covered some windows. The door hung loose, Liam pushed it open. We slipped inside. Dust filled the air. Old furniture sat broken in the lobby. I closed the door behind us and leaned against it. “We made it,” I said with relief. “But for how long? The media storm, the men, Julian, everything is closing in.” Liam checked the windows. He pulled curtains tight. “For tonight we are safe,” he replied. “No one knows this place. Tomorrow we find a new plan. Right now we rest. You look tired, Maya. Come sit with me.”

The city lights sparkled like fireworks through the penthouse windows. New Year’s Eve. Margarita stepped out of the elevator wearing a short silver dress that barely covered her ass. Underneath, nothing. She knew what tonight was— their last night. No promises, no tomorrow. Just heat.