Isabela Moner Hot Novels & Stories

I've been told I'm hot by girls I can't remember and women I hid in their closets while their husbands returned from work on a sunny afternoon. I shake my head and walk down the last few steps. Isabella's back is to me; she's standing and busy sorting out clothes while a brunette is seated on my sofa. I've never seen this one before. Her eyes are dark and alluring and she's got this defiant look that makes my cock lurch in my joggers. "Hot, hot, hot, hot," she whispers, her eyes roaming over my chest, and lingering on the bulge in my joggers.

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'

CHAPTER NINETEEN "Hey, senorita, you must be Ace's African beauty, he's been talking about the whole month " he smiled revealing his neatly arranged set of teeth , he is so handsome, almost as Ace, ... Did I just compare him to Ace?, Why? That was surprising, Ace talking about me to some random person, perhaps his friend , he never acted as though he saw me until there seemed to be a daring cause for us to talk. "I'm Isabella, and yes I'm half African, who are you please?" I replied wiping my hand on the table napkin as I stood up .

He had chosen his two offerings carefully. Isabela, 29, a fiery local Carnival dancer with golden-brown skin, long dark curls, and a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts, narrow waist, and a round, juicy ass. And Camila, 24, her younger cousin — petite, smooth-skinned, with perky breasts and a tight, innocent-looking body that hid a very dirty mind.

"Ma, stop." "I’m your mother! I birthed you! I know your blood is hot," Elena pushed, her voice dropping to a low, stinging intimacy. "Tell me the truth, Isabella. Do you not miss the touch of a man? The weight of someone on you? The way a room feels when there is a man’s energy in it? Or have you become as dead as the sand you walk on?"

she moaned, surrendering as he added pressure with his thumb on her clit. "Better." He sped up his fingers, watching every spasm on her face. "Now tell me... how many times did you touch yourself in the bathroom thinking about this?" The blush that rose to her cheeks was answer enough. Ricardo smiled, that predatory smile, before abruptly standing up with her in his arms and placing her on her knees on the desk. "Show me." The black dress was pushed up at once, revealing her bottom marked by the seams of her lingerie. Ricardo pulled her panties aside with a sharp tug that made Isabela shudder.

A beauty like hers was impossible to ignore—a Latina goddess with deep bronze skin, long dark waves tumbling over a white silk blouse that clung to her curves, revealing a navel piercing and an hourglass figure. She approached Venom with effortless and seductive hip movement. Venom slowly pulled off her shades, raking her dark eyes over Isabella from head to toe before dropping her cigar and crushing it under her boot. "Isabella," Venom said, a small grin forming. "Damn… wasn’t expecting to see you here." Isabella smiled back. "Well, I just got into the city this morning. And I heard Zayne’s back." Her accent was so sexy and smooth. Venom tilted her head slightly, studying her.

She was incredibly eager to hear what encountered between Isabella and those two men. "Fine." Isabella says, rolling her eyes. She was becoming weary of Bianca's persistent requests for more information. "Both of them look attractive and hot. I don't know their names though, but they are the most attractive and handsome men that I have ever seen in my life and they even have eight packs, Bianca, I swear," Isabella testified, and Bianca could feel her panties go wet due to her description. Bianca loves men with abs. Isabella could imagine those men faces in her eyes as she described them subconsciously and dreamily. She even became more interested in their conversation as she speak.