Hot Story Novels & Stories

I muttered, gulping down the last of my whisky as I rolled over. Suddenly, a notification flashed on my screen; it was an alert from the school’s gossip corner. My heart sank as I read it: Hot Hockey Star Jace Harrington Plans Surprise Engagement for His Heartthrob Alice Gomez After Graduation. My blood ran cold. Within seconds, the story was everywhere; it was trending on blogs, social media, and instant notifications. My phone buzzed nonstop with congratulatory messages… and insults.

“ Don't tell me you haven't seen it. You're literally all over gossip hub right now. Oh, and how's the hotel? Is it huge?” “What do you mean?” “Someone filmed the whole hotel scene. The lobby confrontation, the receptionist…everything. It's trending. You should probably see it…before mom does.” I pulled the phone away from my ear and logged into the site, heart thumping loudly. A familiar headline came into view immediately. “Hey, Rory. I think the commenters are just haters, okay? People love to tear someone apart when they don't even know the full story.” I sat up, reading the headline they used.

The moment Chloe pushed open the heavy doors to the student union ballroom, the noise and heat hit me so hard that I almost turned around and walked straight back out. The bass thumped through the hardwood floor, vibrating in my chest, while flashing red and blue lights swept across a room packed with students. The air was thick with vape smoke, spilled alcohol, and sweat. Everywhere I looked, people were pressed against one another, dancing, shouting over the music, and sloshing drinks from their red Solo cups as though they had no worries in the world.

I asked him in a quiet voice. He quirked a brow at me. "Aren't you looking for a little roll on the night, heat between sheets?" I saw him tense. His stare intensified. And we both just stared at each other while the centigrade went up rapidly. Those steel blue orbs left me scorched with heat, almost writhing on the seat. My dick began to harden. Mayhap my night wouldn't be a boring one after the big, bad day I had had. "Who said both can't come together?"

I walked out, leaving him gasping against the wall. ****** The party was boring, but guess what? Mr Harrison, the maths teacher fell right into my trap. I later followed him to his hotel room and fucked him too, while his wife was sleeping. Walking out of the hotel like I had won gold medals, I met Asher leaning against his car with his arms crossed. I don't know how he knew to find me here, but he looked proud. “How did you know I was here?” He walked closer, slipping his hand around my waist. “I like to keep tabs on what's mine.”

But I saw the hunger there—the same hunger that had been building between all three of us since I came home for the summer. “God, it’s so fucking hot tonight,” Sarah sighed, fanning herself as she carried the third bottle of wine into the living room. Her robe slipped open another inch, revealing the soft underside of one heavy tit and the hard peak of her nipple. She poured more into my glass first, then Jake’s, then hers. “You two look like you’re overheating too. Especially you, Jake. Those shorts seem… tight.” I giggled, the wine making me brave. “Mom, your robe is basically falling off. Not that I’m complaining.” My voice came out huskier than I meant, but the way her eyes darkened when

"But honestly? This is the most interesting thing that's happened to you in months. You've been so stressed, so sad. At least for one night, you forgot everything." I was quiet. She wasn't wrong. "And," she continued, "you have to admit, it's kind of hot. The whole enemies-to-lovers thing. The tension. The hate sex.." "We didn't have hate sex," I cut in. "It was drunk sex. There's a difference." "Is there, though?" She was teasing again. "Because from what you're telling me, it sounds like there was a lot of passion. A lot of... chemistry." I didn't answer. Because she was right. There had been chemistry. So much chemistry it scared me.

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

She closed her eyes and for a moment wished she was back at the foundation party, the orchestra playing something warm and mellow in the background, Gabe moving her to the music with a familiar fluid grace. But now they were locked in an erotic dance, flirting at the edge of danger and she wasn't sure she knew all the steps. He had an erection that was hard enough to carve a hole in her. His thick rod was like a hot pipe pressing into her, the hair on his chest a rough carpet pricking at her breasts and nipples. She tightened her arms around his waist and nipped at his chest with her teeth. When she found a flat nipple she pulled it into her mouth, closing her lips over it.

Her words were laced with a hunger that went beyond mere curiosity. Nathan's smile deepened, his eyes glinting with amusement. “No need for that, I already know your name,” he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. “And it's Hottest.” The girl's body seemed to melt into his, her desire for him palpable. Nathan knew he had her right where he wanted her – teetering on the edge of passion, craving more intimacy. And he was more than happy to oblige, but only on his terms, and in his own sweet time.