Wade Wilson Hot Novels & Stories

This action was unprecedented; even in their fiercest fights, she had always kept his contact saved and unblocked, unwilling to lose their call and chat histories. Bradley, concerned about Wade's condition, caught up with him. "I'll drive. I don't trust you behind the wheel right now." In his current condition, Wade would surely crash. Wade remained silent. Once they were in the car, Bradley said quietly, "You know the man too." Wade lifted his gaze. Bradley continued, "It's Chad Hockney." At that name, the forced calm Wade had achieved shattered instantly, replaced by a cold wave of terror and panic. It felt as if an invisible hand had clamped down on his windpipe, stealing his breath.

Wade put a handcuff on his wrist. “Let’s not make any mistakes this time,” Wade said and followed Hugo to the ambulance where he was checked for any injuries. He was good enough to go home. But home was far from where he was heading. As soon as the checkups were done, Wade led Hugo to the car and shoved him inside. Hugo was a shell of a person. He had no emotions. He had just lost everything. The noises of the neighborhood were barely audible inside the car. Hugo heard his heart thump out of his chest. The sadness physically hurt him. He felt like he was burning from the inside out. Wade jumped into the front seat and put the items retrieved from Hugo on the dashboard for a minute before sor

I'm so jealous of Victoria, she's a hot men harvester, am I right? Another commented, "What's so great about hot men? The best part about all these hot men is their capital. "According to the Warde Corporation's current estimated market value, two percent of the shares would amount to a few hundred million. "Fuck, such a generous move. What kind of relationship do they have?" Another replied, "What kind of relationship would they still have? Of course they're fuck buddies!" Someone else commented, "Fuck your ass. Do you think everyone thinks with their dick like you?

Irene's face flushed a deep, blotchy red, a mix of shame and anger. "Y-You're lying! I didn't do that!" "Whether you did or not, you know the truth," I said. I let go of her wrist and pulled a hotel key card from my pocket. I had grabbed it from a convenience store near a cheap motel last night. It didn't actually mean anything, but I waved it in front of her anyway. "Mr. Peters isn't coming home tonight. I've got a room waiting. I'll be there. If you don't show up, I'll send those photos from last night to the company group chat. Let everyone see what you were like in that bathroom."

I had seen Lucas using it many nights from my bedroom window, the tall, muscular single dad next door who always seemed to be working out or relaxing alone. I was wearing only a tiny black bikini I’d thrown on in a rush. The water felt incredible against my skin as I sank down, letting the jets massage my tense muscles. Then the sliding glass door opened. Lucas stepped out, wearing nothing but low-slung swim trunks with a towel slung over his shoulder. His body was sculpted– broad shoulders, defined abs, and powerful thighs. He froze when he saw me. “Zara?” His voice was deep, surprised but not angry. “What are you doing in my hot tub?”

Still ‘arriving in 4 minutes. Of course. It had been ‘4 minutes’ for the past 8 minutes. Liars. That was when I noticed him. Mr. Annoyingly Hot. Christian freaking Gallo. Looking hotter than ever in an expensive navy-blue suit. He strutted out of his house toward his driveway like a man in a luxury car commercial. Standing in front of a sleek black Grand Wagoneer Series III, was another good-looking man in a black suit—probably his assistant. Then my eyes caught two little girls, practically bouncing with energy. They had their backpacks on, clearly ready for school.

“Okay. Okay. In exchange for backing out of the game, why don’t you answer this question?” I didn’t have to answer any questions. The option to walk away was there. But I didn’t want everyone thinking I was such a prude. Besides, what question can Dave ask that would be more than me to answer? Nothing. “Do you think Hasan is hot?” _____

Walking out of the chapel just after concluding her penance, with strong hopes that this sacrament of reconciliation will bring good tidings to her. She searched through her bespoke Hermes bag to fetch a keyless remote control. Pointing same towards an obsidian black Mercedes-Maybach S650 seated on the all paved parking lot just about 100 feet outside the chapel. Those new pair of silhouette heels still hurts terribly regardless, she needs to walk like a queen.

You are mine now. The burning wax traces a path across my skin, leaving behind a red mark, a seal. I'm shaking, tears stinging my eyes, but it's not just pain. It's him. It's the way his other hand slides between my thighs, his fingers pressing against the soaked fabric of my panties, forcing me to feel how turned on I am, how much my body loves it. “Look,” he whispers, his mouth against my ear, his hot breath contrasting with the pain of the wax. Look what you become for me.

“Why can’t you just die and vanish from our lives finally?!” A drop of tear fell down my eye which made me quickly broke eye contact with Iris. Wade looked back at me and all I could feel was shame. I looked down as tears continue to fall down my eyes. “Stop it, Iris. And give me your damn phone.” “My phone? No… I mean, why— “Just give me the goddamn phone. Now!” Iris and I both jolted shock with the intensity of anger audible on Wade’s voice. Shaking, Iris searched for her bag that was on top of the wooden table behind her and quickly took out her cellphone Wade was demanding for.