Adrenaline Addicts Novels & Stories

Within twenty minutes, a notification buzzed on my phone, and I felt a surge of satisfaction pulse through me. Opening the message, I scanned the contents eagerly, ready to learn everything there was to know about my new adversary. ‘Arianna Draco, 22 years old… a human orphan?!’ “Just classic,” my wolf, Teri, mused. “We’ve been upstaged by a nobody.”

Of course everyone would be frightened. “Why does he suddenly want to attend the hunt now that it’s being hosted by us?” Alpha Mason asks. “I have no idea. Perhaps he’s starting to make preparations to be the Alpha King. The Alpha of Alphas is supposed to lead the hunt even though several packs take turns to host it.” “Then we have to be prepared. Find a few girls that we can offer to him to placate him just in case he’s in a bad mood. I heard he’s a sex addict. Perhaps if he’s satisfied he won’t cause trouble for us during the hunt.”

He looked from his finger to Lilian and felt the anger slowly rising in him. Lilian was okay except that her heel had broken. She looked at Damian and shuddered a little. He was mad. His eyes stared hate deep into her soul. As she tried to get up, Adam came in with the four business rivals tailing him quickly. They were rushed to the conference room as it was almost time for the meeting. Adam had come in to tell Damian that everyone was ready to see him. He popped his head in and saw the mess the office was in. It looked like a gory crime scene. The wine slowly spread out almost resembling a pool of blood. "What on earth...?" Adam said with shock. He looked pale now.

He was wearing it. “I asked you a question, Verya. Where is he? Where is that bastard hiding? I don't want to kill you, you know, though Dervic keeps urging me to but I won't,” his smile widened. “So tell me where he is, hm?” My heart pounded against my chest as I stared at Claude. His grip tightened around my throat, my lungs burning for air. But it wasn’t fear I felt. No, it was excitement. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I felt my life slowly drain away at the thought that I might die any second. And death? That was what I had been craving. Dying at the hands of one of the strongest Alphas, well, that was even better.

I lowered my eyes back to my book but damn it if I even saw what I was reading. "Hi" he said. Well my blood froze. I froze for a second before I stammered a very low "hi". I just focused on my book still unfocused because Holy crap! My crush was sitting directly opposite me at a very close range, pressing his phone and I could just inhale his cologne till my belly was so full of him. Not as if I was satisfied though. But I was giddy inside. My inside had already turned to mush over and over again and I felt like a jelly fish. He didn't say anything to me again that day but I felt like I won a jackpot. Unfortunately I didn't have any close friends to tell this good news to and I definitely wa

My groupmates answered it. "Since you also mentioned about AIDA formula in advertising, kindly elaborate further. How is it applied?" asked the old panelist. Allan looked at me. I looked at the panel and cleared my throat. "Based on our research, AIDA is a model that describes the various steps that occur when a person enters the awareness stage of your marketing funnel. It can be used for all types of digital marketing and offline advertising materials. These include web pages, emails , paid advertisements, direct mail pieces, and even radio and TV ads. "

“You always think you know everything.” He gestured toward Marianne. “I needed your attention.” “You had it without this,” Vince said coldly. Caldwell shook his head. “No. I needed to remind you both what desperation feels like.” Tiana’s voice was steady. “You’re losing, Caldwell. And this is the only move you have left.” He smiled faintly. “You still don’t understand. I don’t lose. I escalate.” He raised the gun slightly. Vince’s muscles tensed.

The puddle became bigger and bigger that it became a small stream, flowing smoothly through the pavements like the ever-endless river that then became an object of splashing by the cars nearby the sidewalk and a new plaything for the children who step, kick and wallow on it with their little feet, increasing their serotonin level. As people outside were busy making a productive day though tired in this rainy Sunday morning, some were seeking comfort and relaxation in the shelter of their homes, one of them was Adler who is half-awake and annoyed, as to him, there is nothing more annoying other than waking up by the sound of the alarm clock so early in the morning, especially when he's having

But Xavier's response was a mocking laugh, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "Oh, dear cousin, you've yet to fathom the depths to which I can sink," he taunted, his smirk widening into a sinister grin. I prepared to pull the trigger when, suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my neck, a needle injecting its venomous contents into my bloodstream. The room spun, my vision blurred, and a wave of drowsiness washed over me. "What have you done?" I managed to murmur, my voice growing faint as the drug took hold of my senses.

“Please. I need the Adagoril. Just one pill. Please.” She studied me. “You look like an addict, honey. Another reason why I can’t give you the Adagoril.” “Please…” I begged. “You know what will happen to me if I don’t take it. I will die. Please, I don’t want to die.” “Then you should have thought about that before becoming an addict.” “It’s not like I chose to be this way,” I retorted, almost yelling. “I didn’t choose to take Adagoril. My aunt made me addicted to it. I only thought that it was something I needed for my heart.”