Sexy Girl Next Door Novels & Stories

" Selena could feel her pout. "Yeah. So?" "Make sure you book me the hotel room next to his! I ain't staying in no family house." She purred slyly. "Don't even dream of it! You're staying with me in...." "Gosh! You're so annoying! Get off my freaking phone, bitch!" She yanked and cut. Selena shook her head and giggled. No girl played as much and as BAD as Jenny did! The average time she hooked up with a dude was half a day. Some special cases reached fifteen hours though.

Thus, Pierre had no choice but to exchange social media contacts with Juniper. "My mommy is actually a very unrefined woman. She likes…" As she spoke, Selena came down from upstairs, so Juniper immediately put her finger to her lips. "Shh. Remember to keep everything I told you a secret." Then, the two of them looked up at Selena, who had her hair up in a simple chignon, and she wore light makeup on her face. She had an off-the-shoulder white blouse paired with a checkered fishtail skirt, making her look cute and sexy at the same time.

Shaina walk inside and pass by Selena's room, curious as to why she didn't care to insult her this time she turb her steps and walk into her room instead "..." "Oh my gosh!" Selena jolted as soon as she see Shaina walk into her room holding the phone in her hand down and quickly covers the speaker with her other hand "What are you doing here?" She asked really angered "I'm just curious, what are you doing?" Shaina asked and it seems like she didn't hear her phone conversation "Get out!" She yelled angrily and go to push her out then lock the door after to make sure she does not come in again.

But he nodded anyway. Sienna opened the door wide. The scent of her apartment hit him first—warm vanilla and something deeper, more intoxicating. She wasn't wearing anything but a black silk slip, the straps perilously low on her shoulders. Her hair was tousled, falling down her back like a waterfall of secrets. He stepped inside, trying not to gawk. She closed the door behind them, letting the click echo too loudly in the silence. "So," she drawled, walking over to the couch, her movements fluid and enticing, "what's the plan for tonight, neighbor?"

Sophie looked at the closed door, lying flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling blankly, with a sad expression. She tried not to think, her body was a little numb, she went into the bathroom for an hour, dried her hair, sat on the bed a little dejectedly, holding her phone in a daze. She struggled for a long time, and finally couldn't help but dial a familiar number. Sophie didn't know what to say to Wilson. As his mother said, she was not qualified to be his girlfriend, but Sophie was in a depressed mood and wanted to hear his voice.

How I want to those eyes staring down at me. “Sounds like I will need a place to stay for a while.” I say pointing at my apartment. Lara’s apartment is on the other side of town, the commute to work unnecessarily long, and I don’t like staying at hotels. Wait… “What are you doing here?” I ask him. The tips of his ears poking through his hair, go red, and it makes me chuckle. “I live here..” he points at the apartment building that is literally next door to mine. My eyes bulge. Holy shit, all these while, sexy boy was next door?

~ He's the kind of bad I can't resist ~ POV: GABRIELLA BROOKS "Kiss me and fuck me till i pass outttt" I sang along to one of the girls by the weekend and Jennie as I did the dishes. I was in a good mood the whole day and I kept on cleaning the whole apartment, i was doing a deep clean. Not like it was needed but damn, I was doing it just for the sake of doing it.

LEON’S POV I heard Sade’s voice before I reached the bottom of the stairs. She wasn’t panicking. Sade didn’t panic, it wasn’t in her nature. But there was something unsteady in her tone that told me whatever was happening at that door was something she hadn’t been trained to handle. I came around the corner into the entrance hall and stopped. Fiona Adams was standing just inside the doorway. She looked exactly the way she always did. Neat. Quiet. The kind of woman who had perfected the art of taking up as little space as possible, dressed simply, hands folded in front of her, expression arranged into something soft and unthreatening.

After being rescued by Spencer, Lucy believed she would one day become Donna, always identifying herself as such. One day while drunk, she was used as a gift in a deal to be sent to the bed of a 60-year-old powerful man. Afterward, Lucy agitatedly screamed, only to be met with Spencer's nonchalant reply, "I don't keep idle people around. You can leave if you want, but give back everything I gave you." Thinking she could become Donna, Lucy had spent lavishly and recklessly. She thought Spencer would indulge her like Asher, but she did not realize that Spencer had secretly assigned a price to everything.

And when my hooded men dragged the limp body away, leaking life onto the floor, she stared at me, not with gratitude, not with pure terror, but with a quiet challenge that ignited something primal, a hunger I hadn't felt in years. I crushed the shard in my fist, as questions flooded my mind. Why did this cigarette woman, with her shadowed eyes and wild jet-black hair, choose to endure in a place like this? Nexus was crawling with eager girls, desperate to please, to submit, their bodies offered like cheap thrills. But Saoirse…she intrigued me more than she should. More than anyone had in a long fucking time. I yanked my phone from my pocket, dialing the tech team's secure line. The ring was