Sweet Anita Hot Novels & Stories

The air surrounding them was so hot that it was burning her skin and every part of her body. Every single part of her craved to be touched by him. Hoisting up her head to steal a glance, their eyes met, and her already rapid heartbeat accelerated. "Axel…" She called, her eyes still glued to his. "Let’s—" Her phone rang, cutting her off, and she quickly jerked out of her reverie. Checking the screen of her phone, Zayn’s name flashed on it, and she quickly picked it up. "You are at a warehouse, right?" He asked from the other end of the phone. "Perfect Touch, Inc."

Sujoy's POV I missed meeting my honey chili potato... She is so sweet, like honey, and hot, like chilies. I was missing her... God, she doesn't even give me a romantic smile and I wanted to get married to her with every cell in my body. What was she to me? Why was I dying to meet her?? Was I falling in love with Sneha?? No!! Maybe I was getting too attracted to her as she was absolutely different from me. And opposites always attract.

We both leaned in at the same time and took a bite. The moment the hot sauce hit my tongue, I grinned. It was exactly as good as I remembered — sweet, tangy, with that perfect little kick. But Nyla’s reaction was even better. Her eyes widened dramatically, and she let out a little surprised moan as she chewed faster, fanning her mouth with her free hand. “Wow, it’s actually really nice!” she said, nodding enthusiastically, still chewing. “Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!”

The person who makes drinks, a nice guy with a neat beard, came up to us and asked, "What can I get you ladies tonight?" Anita, always bold, said, "Give me your hottest drink, something strong. I want to forget my worries." The person making drinks raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you sure? Our hottest drink is pretty strong." Anita looked at me, and I nodded, trying to be as excited as her. "Yes, please. I want something strong tonight." The person making drinks smiled and said, "Okay, you asked for it. I'll make something special for you. What about you, miss?" He looked at me.

He asked with a pout and folded arms. “Yes I do. We can cuddle all you want when I'm back, okay?” “Yeah, I'm waiting.” I giggled and walked out. The girls were still gossiping, Anita has a little crush on some goofy Beta and Martha won't let her hear the last of it. “Come save me, Ari.” Anita said with an exasperated tone. “Noooo! We must find her new love and at least make them meet again.” Adeth said with a sly smile.

Anita may not make it out of this hall alive. ‎ ‎

David died such a gruesome death and his killer was some psychotic b*tch. “Damn Anita, what happened to you?” Hunter sighed. “Look, I didn't come here for some sympathy play, so if you are not going to do as I want, then let's get this over with” Anita immediately took the clothing off her face, forcing out her claws which she had gotten rid off before to have a conversation with Hunter.

She moved even closer, leaned in until her lips were at my ear, and whispered. “Yesterday, you were so loud on the phone. I thought you’d be something impressive. Turns out my rival is just a little kid who hasn’t even been weaned yet? You’re not old enough to play in my league, sweetheart. Today I’m going to show you exactly who Eddie belongs to.” As soon as she finished, she stepped back, gave me a sweet smile, then deliberately tipped the entire cup of coffee over herself and screamed. “Aaaah! It’s so hot! So hot! I’m so sorry, I’m really sorry!”

He asked as we light our cigar and started puffing out smoke. "Older woman Walt, have you ever been with one? She's so fucking sexy and beautiful, I could never get enough of her." "Wow, how old dude? I've never pegged you to be the type." He laughed but, then paused waiting for my reply. "She's thirty-five, and filthy rich. I'm not comfortable with this kind of thing..." I told him honestly. "Wow...that's not old, I'm thirty-two dude, you're just too fucking young. How old are you? Twenty-five?"

Luna Nora turned to me with an unsettling excitement glimmering in her eyes, her gaze sharp as though searching for something just beneath the surface. “Is there a problem, Luna?” I asked, forcing a small, polite smile as I met her gaze. She studied me, her expression unreadable, before responding. “Problem?” she echoed, her lips curling into a cold smile. “The only problem we have is one that will soon be solved. Anita’s days are numbered—she’ll be gone before the week is over. Five days, in fact, seems like a generous amount of time for her to exist. I can’t wait to see her suffer. Aren’t you excited?”