Oh No He's Hot Novels & Stories

"You actually think the worst thing I could do is kill you?" I glare at him and allow my rage to build. It's a warm rock inside my chest and it's growing hotter. "I never thought you'd be into brown skin," I taunt, his gut-wrenching tattoo completely forgotten. He laughs. It's not a happy sound and it sends chills down my spine. "To me and my men," he puts the emphasis on men and his smile disappears, "all pussy is pink where it counts." Heat rises in my cheeks. Fucking asshole.

, he said smugly. "Foiled", she sighed. He giggled as maniacally as a giggle could be. "Does Noah know?", She asked. "He wouldn't know his mate if she announced it right in front of him, he's a himbo", he announced sullenly. Myla clutched her chest in offence for Noah's sake. He couldn't be that bad "What's a himbo again?", She asked, so she could be offended properly. "A dumb handsome person, he wouldn't know a mate pull if it slapped him in the face", he smiled gleefully.

a rich heir exclaimed with a sense of longing. "Bah! I've long broken up with that flirty b*tch! I've long gotten bored with her after fooling around with her so many times," Noah elaborated disdainfully. "F*ck! Noe, you even got bored with such a beauty like Jennifer Lopez. You're so cool!"

Our knees almost touched. He exhaled. “You’re shaking.” “No, I’m not.” “You are.” I glared at him. “And what do you suggest?” He held my stare for a long second, then spoke quietly: “Body heat.” Oh hell no. He smirked, just a little. “Don’t look at me like that. You know I’m right.” “I’m fine over here.” “You’re not.” His voice softened, just enough to crack something in my chest. “I’m not letting you freeze out of pride.”

A thing that no one could ever think of and of course it was really annoying. "You will give 20% of your efforts to that Mega project just so you can get Nicolas and so that man can marry you, right? I know this is so very tense I even got a reliable source from someone. Now everyone knows about this problem and I think you are so It's embarrassing if you always act arrogantly as if Nicolas loves you and you are going to get married. Because after all, in the eyes of everyone who knows you so well, that is almost impossible and will never happen at all. You should be humble enough and not discuss this issue so that at least people who know the truth will not say anything and prefer to remain

Noelle mutters teary eyed. These past few days have been like hell for them. Fiorella has been really harsh and unreasonable. "I don't care" Noello talks in a low voice, his husky time isn't too deep. "Are you alright?" Noelle asks him to check his temperature. She places her hand on his neck and his temperature is so high. "You are hot like an oven!" Noelle yells and quickly removes her hand from his neck. "I will go call Mama" Noello mutters but he holds her back.

“This is probably not a good time to say this but he's so damn hot.” I just gave her a look of disbelief, shook my head and went in the opposite direction.

he dropped the remote on the table and turned fully to me. I scratched my ear. “Uh... not really. He's hot, but just in the movies. The girls online said it, not me...” I rambled on. Okay, Ana, stop it! “I don't really think he's hotter than the sun though,” I laughed nervously. “I mean, if you're hotter than the sun, that probably means you're not human. And I don't think he has abs, absolutely not...” “You're rambling, Ana,” He cut me off. “I just asked if you think he's hot.”

I knew it was him before he even announced it. “No… get off!” I pushed him away again. “What happened babe?” He sounded startled. “Don’t babe me!” I scoffed. “Alright… I guess you’re still mad about Haley situation. Listen, it’s not my fault that I’m hot and every class mate of yours wanna sleep with me.” I could tell that he was smirking. I huffed. “It isn’t about that, you cocky bitch!” I spat. “Language, Noa-” I cut him off.

I'm the heiress of the Claremont family. Damon Johnson and I had a deal—we'd go to Oakwood High together. But the second my acceptance letter arrived, he and the rest of the guys in our class knocked me out cold. Why? Because Sophia Miller, the school's little princess, said she'd never seen a real mummy before. When I came to, I was wrapped head-to-toe in bandages, strung up at the front gate of the school. Students passed by—laughing, filming, some even spitting in my direction. I hung there for two full hours, on display for everyone. Finally, Damon showed up. Grinning, he untied the rope. "Sophia said she wanted to see a live mummy. It was just a joke. You're not actually mad, are you? W