Hottest Of Models Novels & Stories

The luxury tour bus rumbled to a halt, spewing smoke from its hood as it sputtered to a stop on the dusty road. Inside, the passengers stirred, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of the broken-down vehicle. Among them were 30 of the world’s most stunning supermodels, tall and elegant, their flawless skin glowing under the Indian sun. Candice Swanepoel, the leader of the group, stood up, her long legs stretching as she made her way to the front of the bus.

"Look, you're in the top 50 hottest models worldwide! We should celebrate, oh my god!" ​I checked her phone, and she was right. I was Rank 48! I never thought I would be able to get into something like this. I refreshed the page, thinking it might be a glitch. I waited for a second and scrolled, and my name was still there. ​"We should celebrate! I've already booked a room at the nearest resort of the Lucios!" Oh no, no. Not Lucio. "Let's go, Vareen!" They pulled me to the parking lot. The other models got into my car, and Ma'am Carolyne and her staff were in the van. It seemed like almost all of her staff were going.

The heat Liam radiated and transferred to me every time, sometimes knowingly and sometimes unknowingly was beyond description. That man was a turn-on himself. A walking hot vanilla fudge with everything a woman could ever ask for. He sure as hell was every woman's dream and it was surprising that he was a one-woman man. Hot guys like him were ladies' men and could never be okay with just one woman. I knew this because I had come across dozens of them including some of the male models and A-list actors I had worked with in the past.

Whether he had a hand in it or not, her next step wasn't going to be favorable to anyone. “Inform the security department to involve the police.” “Yes, Ms. Olsen.” Isla nodded, noting it down on her tablet. “Ms. Olsen, I have contacted the models as you assigned. A lot of them turned the offer down, but we're lucky to snag three models.” “That's good.” Heidi took the report, going through the models' bio, while Isla explained the rest. “I have booked an appointment with them. Among the models, one is an emerging model; she's doing well currently and garnering the attention of fans. The other two are just newbies, but they have a promising future.”

Meanwhile, the host announced, “2020’s Most Popular Supermodel Award goes to…Charmine Jordan!” With that, two words—Charmine Jordan—appeared on the big screen along with a loud uproar and applause that echoed in the venue. The spotlight and camera turned and focused on Charmine.

“Have you seen his pictures? Amazing. Wow. Have you seen him through that camera? What a babe. Did you see his modeling pics?” Wait. What? Modeling? “Have you seen that chick he’s with?” I listened to them describing me as his latest weekend fling. Someone he’ll throw to the side when he’s done. “Because have you seen that model he’s shooting tomorrow?” “Holy shit. It’s only Carmen Dallas, the hottest thing this side of America.”

I can hear the girls’ hushed excitement all around me again. “I’d sell my soul for one dance with him.” “Do you think they’re single and available for a night with me? I don't mind fucking the three of them at once. It's gonna be a great foursome!!” “They have to be models. No one looks like that in real life.” I hold myself back from walking to where they stand and grab off one of their hairs. Foursome?? I scoff loudly. They must be insane. All. Of. Them.

This time, there were many contenders for the Top Ten Models of The Year. Seven of them are models who are regarded as popular models who have made their names and achievements in the entertainment world and are experienced with high flying hours. They are very friendly and humble. The other three candidates are considered controversial, because they are filled by three young models who are still relatively new, but each of them has a strong fanbase. That is Lea, Fely, and Elena. Shaira nudged Lea's arm. "Look, that's Fely Braiven with the manager," said Shaira. "Owh, how high her chin lifted"

“That’s a picture of us on a private picnic date last week.” I take a quick look at it and my breath almost hitches. “When you said Allison, I didn’t know you meant top supermodel Allison Baker!” Wow. Keith is dating Allison Baker. The hottest, most popular, most sought-after, most paid model in the industry. That is kind of a huge deal. “Didn’t want to brag.” Keith says, flashing me a smile. “Oh, no! You already are.” ***

Still ‘arriving in 4 minutes. Of course. It had been ‘4 minutes’ for the past 8 minutes. Liars. That was when I noticed him. Mr. Annoyingly Hot. Christian freaking Gallo. Looking hotter than ever in an expensive navy-blue suit. He strutted out of his house toward his driveway like a man in a luxury car commercial. Standing in front of a sleek black Grand Wagoneer Series III, was another good-looking man in a black suit—probably his assistant. Then my eyes caught two little girls, practically bouncing with energy. They had their backpacks on, clearly ready for school.