Sans Heat Novels & Stories

I asked back at her. Mr Walton, "How can you tell that we didn't care about her if you weren't there? We take Hailey and Charlie to see their grandmother on every summer break. Unlike Charlie, hailey got attached to granny a lot. We couldn't take the children to see their grandmother, because there was stormy rain. Hailey went out in the rain and got hypothermia because of it. And she got hospitalised because of that. And when we took her to see her grandmother, she refused to come with us and cried a lot. We were afraid that she'd get sick again and left her with her grandmother. Whenever we get to have free time, we go see her which makes us distanced from Charlie. Charlie started ignoring

Sane wasn’t really fond of reading the news as he barely had enough time with his duties in life, especially now that his attention was already taken by the utterly alluring girl, Seleen Y. De Castro, and he wasn’t even complaining! In fact, he even liked it. He liked giving her attention, and he also liked being given attention by her. How great it was to be loved by her, to receive all of her little kisses now and there, to see her life, to feel her against his skin, everything about her was addicting for Sane.

I made sure I soaped my big melons, between my thighs, spreading my cunt lips to wash. "Hmmmm..." I moaned, biting my lip to keep quiet. My clit was super sensitive and fat. I quickly washed up, wrapped myself in a big, white fluffy towel and stepped out of the steamy room. Alexander was waiting for me. In the middle of the room. He was shirtless, his black slacks unzipped and hanging dangerously low on his hips. His dark eyes dragged slowly over my body. Heat flodded my cheeks on how much he was staring.

After hanging up, Ethan stared at the empty entrance of the detention center as panic spread through him. Vivian had lived in Stormbay for five years. Besides him and the people he arranged to watch her, she barely interacted with anyone. For his sake, she had cut ties with her family across the ocean and severed every connection she had there. So who could have quietly bailed her out and erased every trace afterward? The questions circled endlessly in his mind, leaving him restless and unable to calm down. He drove back to the company and locked himself inside his office. Vivian’s face filled his thoughts.

He didn't touch her—not yet—but he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "I don't just enjoy the sound of things breaking, Sloane," he whispered, the words sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. "I enjoy finding the exact point where the most untouchable woman in the city finally snaps. I wonder... how much pressure does it take before you stop pretending you hate this?" Sloane stiffened, her breath hitching. "Get away from me."

I wish I could bring you back. I wish you could smile again. I wish we could talk again. I wish we could still hear your voice. I wish I could tell you how much we love you. I wish I could tell you and convince you this is not right. I wish to convince you that you had no right to end your life. I wish you would come back. If these wishes cannot come true, then, I pray to God to burn those, who made you commit suicide, in the fires of hell forever. Above all, I still wish you could come back. We Love You. You will always be missed, Sheffali. Rest in Peace.

and then pause again, searching for the correct word. “OK! I know this is unusual for you, but a kiss is harmless. Plus, he didn’t take anything from you, did he?” he is an Italian hunk with a career in the medical field or in other words 'hot cake' in the dating market. Of course, it is harmless, even delightful for him “Of course, he did!!!” Sarah's sharp eyes lock at Mike.

“It’s… getting warm, yeah.” Reyes leaned in a little closer. Jake could smell him now, cologne mixed with fresh sweat, something masculine and sharp that made his head spin. “Take your shirt off if you need to. Nobody’s watching but me.” Jake’s breath caught. “Sir?” “You heard me.” Reyes’s voice dropped lower, almost a growl. “It’s just us. No cameras. No one coming up those stairs anytime soon. Strip it off before you pass out from the heat.”

I say, trying to play it cool. In my room, I quickly take a refreshing shower to awaken my senses. I throw on an oversized sweater that reaches mid-thigh, paired with comfy leggings and sneakers since it's chilly outside. As I stand in front of the dresser, I ponder what to do with my hair. I love my bouncy curls, but since I don't go out much, I decide to tie it in a messy bun, adding some lip balm and putting on my glasses to complete the look.

🍆Forbidden Summer Heat🍆 ISABELLA’S POV “Ryan, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” I stood there in nothing but a tiny pink bikini top and denim shorts, fresh from the Hamptons beach, staring at my stepbrother who was shirtless on my bed, scrolling through his phone like he owned the place. Ryan looked up slowly, his eyes dragging over my body. At twenty nine, he was all muscle with tanned skin, and a dangerous charm. The kind of guy who knew exactly how hot he was.