Om Hot Novels & Stories

Her head slightly downturned as she tugged on her left earlobe praying the day ends without violence of any kind. The splash of hot coffee on Amy's chest caused her to impulsively take few steps back. He scowled. “Why do you always act like such an idiot? Why is this too hot?” his eyes bulged in anger. "I am sorry. I didn't mean..." "Shut up!" He sneered as his jaw clenched visibily. "You never do anything right. You get the most expensive things from me yet you are worse than use*less!" Amy's eyes instantly became moist. That moment, she wished the earth would open it's doors to bury her beneath it.

Célia Consciousness returns in waves. First, the sensation of heavy warmth along my back. An arm, solid as an iron beam, barring my waist, pinning me against a broad, motionless chest. The warmth. His. It permeates the air, the leather of the couch, my own skin. I am immersed in his warmth.

Only her. The world seemed to narrow instantly. Cami followed Ariana’s gaze. “Oh my God,” she shouted over the music. “What?” Ariana asked quickly, trying to stay calm. “That guy!” Ariana’s stomach flipped. Cami leaned closer. “He is ridiculously hot.” Of course she noticed. Anyone would. Cami kept staring. “Look at him,” she continued, half laughing. “He looks like he walked into the wrong building.” Ariana swallowed. Mateo hadn’t moved.

From a distance a horn sounded, it was deep and resonant, the kind used to signal arrivals at the border. A moment later, a chorus of excited voices rose from the hallway, and that's when I realized that the Alphas have returned. I pressed my back to the kitchen wall, heart hammering. I told myself it didn’t matter, that their return meant nothing to an Omega who had mastered the act of being unseen. But as the sound of boots drew closer to the hallway, and the scent of dominance curled through the air, my wolf surged forward.

We kissed under the dimly lit streetlight as he leaned against the car, letting me lean onto his body heavily. "Julius," I called out to him, already slurring my words. Upon hearing Julius' response, I murmured his name again. Each murmur earned me a response. He made sure to respond to me every time I said his name. Despite being out in the cold wind, Julius kept playing this dreary game with me, his intoxicated lover. I curled up in his warm embrace, looking as though I were about to doze off any time now. Then, I mumbled softly, "Julius, I'm about to book a hotel room. Do you have the guts to sleep with me?"

There was a time when he was slightly laughing and scratching at his senses, which further added to his strong appeal even though he didn’t mean to. I looked down at his parted lips, and that’s how my two cheeks got hot because of a memory. “Hey, are you okay? Why do you look like a bee has bitten your cheeks?” Feli woke me up. “Huh? What? Ahm, it’s quite hot right now.” I avoided looking at her. I just ignored the way she and Porsche looked at each other because of what I said. I just decided to eat the spaghetti on my plate.

Eva is the same Eva no more😲. The battle for love and business has just began💃 So stay tuned, stay safe, stay blessed and be yourselves. Tema loves you all very much. God loves you more. So always remember to talk to him, he is always going to listen. ❤️❤️❤️❤️🤍❤️❤️💋

After we finish eating the air stewardess Natalie comes over to me and smiles "Hey Ocean, have a nice holiday?" I can feel Desert tense up beside me and when I look at her I smile as I see her eyes flicker between their gorgeous brown and mesmerising gold, I can see her wolf is on the surface and is seriously pissed off, I take her hand to reassure her before adding to Natalie "Yeah it was good, so how's your MATE Mac?" I ask putting emphasis on the word mate to calm my beautiful mate down,

I just wasn't interested in anything else. All the aromas sweeping past my nose from the freshly baked chocolate Eclairs, or doughnuts, as well as the strong sweet smell of the caramel latte I was desperate to order, had vanished. The only thing I craved now was Nate. I wanted the taste of his sweet, soft lips; the aroma of his masculine scent; and the heat from his touch. He was my own personal caramel latte that I wanted to drink up a thousand times a day. All day, every day.

His eyes softened even more. My back pressed lightly against the door as the space between us disappeared. Eyelids batting inconsistently. I could feel the heat coming off his body, he smelled manly in every possible way, the familiar smell of cedarwood mixed with the faint smell of whiskey. My heart beat so hard it felt like it might jump out of my chest.