Nick Wilde Hot Novels & Stories

Nobody wanted to fuck with him, knowing that he was the rip out your jugular first type of wolf. “You experienced something that you never had before when it came to the power blast,” Niccolò began. Teeth were biting her plump lower lip as she nodded her head. I was distracted by the thought of doing that for her. Goddess, what was wrong with me? Perhaps I just needed to get laid. Titan sent me an imagining of Violet slowly pulling my shirt off of her body. I reiterated yet again, DICK WOLF. Sometimes I wondered if the Goddess ever gave refunds.

Marcus came over while placing a glass of coconut ice in front of Wilona. Wilona's attention now turned to Marcus, Wilona immediately tightened his head ice until there was half a glass left. I don't know why Wilona felt a sudden hot atmosphere. "Are you thirsty, Wil? The air is hot right now," Marcus asked, he took a book from his bag and then flicked towards Wilona. "Yes, it's so hot!" replied Wilona. Marcus' sweet treatment cannot be separated from Albert's attention in front of there, in fact Albert has detected Wilona's presence since earlier. It's just that Albert pretended not to see it.

Their small but annoying crew consists of her, Eva, and Gabby. "Wow, girlie" Nili squeaks as her eyes moved around Eva's body "You look so hot!" She screams and they both began to jump. "You can say that again, Nili," Eva said in her annoying loud voice and turned around shaking her unshakable butt "I feel sexy already" she licked her lower lips. I rolled my eyes, like where does the hotness come from? I can't see anything attractive about them and I wonder why boys go crazy over them, especially the hot-bad boys.

“I made the jasmine garden as you asked.” “How did you do it by the way?” He took a glass of water from the table and drank it, keeping his eyes on her. “You should be a reporter. You can’t last a day without interrogating me.” “You’ve always been averting my questions. At least, answer this one.” He knew she wouldn’t rest so he told her what he told everyone else. “I am Elliot Vile. Is that enough for you?” “Seems fair.” She stood. “I’ll get something for you.”

"How are the boys?" "What?" "I know it's the influence of that hot roommate of yours. Damn, he's like a wild cat I want to lick." Instantly, my eyes darts to Niall. He's there, on his bed, staring back at me. I freeze. "And aunt Melissa told me stuffs. She's like those guys are damn hot, like the sun. They are like... what's his name, um, Iskarius...or whatever, hey..." I am not paying attention anymore. My eyes remains locked to Niall's, who, if I'm not wrong, has a blush on his cheeks.

I could see Nikolai's jaw tuck and I hoped that he wouldn't put my life in the line. “What do you want? Money? Power? Fame? Women?" Nikolai asked, whispering the last part with a smirk. If there was one thing I knew about Colton, it was that women were as good as invisible to him. “Give me the man and I'll give you your bitch," Colton said, placing the mouth of his gun to my head. It was still hot. After all, it hadn't been long they'd decided to bring out their trumpcards— Mr Lively and I. And since neither party wanted to risk anybody, they'd stopped fire but with the way Colton was testing Nikolai, I'm pretty sure very soon everything here would be ashes. Including me.

Nicole, on the other hand, remained engrossed in the movie, watching the romantic comedy unfold on the screen. As the credits rolled, Nicole felt a spark of inspiration ignite within her. She thought back to her conversation with Ashley earlier, and a naughty idea began to take shape in her mind. She thought about how perfect Gage was—they shared similar tastes, she could trust him, and they were neighbors. Most importantly, she didn't want to be in a relationship, and Gage seemed like the perfect person to fulfill her desires without any strings attached.

The cold had seeped so deep into my bones that I couldn't feel my fingers anymore, couldn't feel my feet in the designer heels that were probably ruined. Through the rain-streaked windows, I'd watched Julien play his part. The perfect gentleman, the charming billionaire, escorting each of those women to their cars with an umbrella and that devastating smile. The blonde first—he'd spent twenty minutes with her, leaning close to her car window, laughing at something she said. Then the brunette, his hand lingering on her waist as he helped her inside. The redhead had kissed his cheek before she left, a slow, deliberate press of lips that made my stomach turn.

"Maybe I just wanted whiskey." "You hate whiskey." He stopped in front of her, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Talk to me." She wanted to lean into his touch. She wanted to let him pull her inside and make love to her until she forgot about photographs and blondes and Monte Carlo. But the image was burned into her mind now, and she couldn't shake it. "Who is Celeste?" she asked. Drake's hand froze against her ear. The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. She watched his face cycle through emotions she couldn't name. Surprise. Guilt. Something that looked almost like pain.

Hell, no clothing at all would give me a fantasy to remember for years. My friends always said my brother was hot. I laughed because I just didn’t see it. Handsome yes, hot as in sex…no, I just couldn’t go there. Nick was a few inches shorter than Rack but he worked out and kept the women drooling. He was playfully conceited when he noticed women eyeing him. “The babes love me, sis. It’s this hot body that keeps them coming back for more.”