Oh No Hes Hot Novels & Stories

} {"What the fuck do you want?" Saige's panicked breaths filled his ear first before she cried out. "Cha-Don. Soph. I-I can't find her! She’s missing!" Chase narrowed his eyes at the wall. “Saige, sappiamo entrambi che non sono un fan degli scherzi. Se questo è uno scherzo, è meglio smetterla. Non finirà bene per te," {"Saige, we both know I'm not a fan of pranks. If this is a prank, better stop it. It won't end well for you."}

"Just one night. One night stand, I promise you." Edward shook his head. "No, I can't. Honestly, we hardly know each other." Chloe's face reddened, showing her agitation. The next moment, she gently took Edward's fingers in her hand. "You don't need to know each other to do this. Please, help me, I'm really feeling hot right now."

he orders. My sensitive nipples throb and my inner thighs sizzle with longing to give him the ride of his life. It sucks that my mind rebels. I hate everything he and his club stand for and I shouldn’t be attracted to him. Fuck it. Easy or hard? I’ll enjoy hard more, so what the hell? “Sure you can get your dick up, bald man?”

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.”

The instant her hands touch the cup, she yell out and let go immediately “It’s hot!” she yell at his face, raising her burnt palm up for him to see Shaina want to yell at him for giving her something so hot but stop and stare at the cup in his hands instead, she look dazed to see him holding the hot cup without flinching “Isn’t that hot?” she asked slowly watching his facial expression and seeing no sign of pain “you have no idea how hot it is, you’re one lucky human to have me do this for you” he told her seriously, hotness and him are like enemies, he detest it so much and only agree to touch it because of her

Just before I heard his voice and this was the one question I dreaded from him especially. "You have kids, Hazel?" Nicolas looked at me. There was something in his eyes, something I couldn't quite decipher. Of course I had kids and he did too. We have kids. "I'm really sorry I have to go," I sharply turned around.

“Since when?” I shrugged. “Since always.” She scoffed. “You are so secretive. Meanwhile, I’m here suffering singlehood.” I smiled faintly. She leaned against my desk again, resting her chin on her hand. “So tell me,” she continued, eyes gleaming. “Is he hot?” I typed deliberately before answering. “Yes.” “How hot?” I paused. Too many answers rushed to mind. Dangerously hot. Infuriatingly hot. Ruins-my-self-control hot. “Normal hot,” I replied calmly.

“What?” “He’s burning up.” Noah g‌roaned dram‍atic⁠ally. “I think I’m d‌ying.” “You have a fever,” Ava correc‌ted qui‍ckly,⁠ already standing from h⁠er chair. “Not‌ the pl⁠ague.” ‍ “Still feels serious.” ‌ ‍Norma⁠lly sh‍e w⁠ould have smiled. Tonight she couldn’t.‍ Because the heat under Noah’s ski‌n scar‍ed her more t‌h‌an she wante‌d to admit.

Girls scream when they saw the heartthrobs but I think their scream right now is a different kind of scream. "I'm sure it's not the gangsters." Heather sigh and put her feet on my table. I grimace. I wish I can tell her to put her dirty feet down my table. "We have the same hunch." Heaven said. "Ahhh! Guys! There's a new hottie!!! Oh My Gosh! I'm dyinggg!!!" Seah freak out while using her hand as a fan. The three of us look at each other with questioning looks. "Why didn't they tell me about it?" Heaven said confusedly.

His voice was rough, low, still half-asleep. Noa huffed out a shaky laugh. “Only when the person I’m talking to nearly bleeds out on me.” Alessio’s lips twitched. “Still here, aren’t I?” “You better stay that way,” Noa muttered, fingers brushing over his chest. The skin was warm. Too warm. “You’ve got a fever.” “I’ve got you on top of me,” Alessio rasped, “what did you expect?” Noa shot him a look, but it was weak, already melting at the edges. “Don’t joke.”