Adventure Books For Adults Novels & Stories

The chime of the store bell went off as I stepped inside, meeting the curious gazes of humans. Some stared indiscriminately while others averted their gazed hurrying from my way. As if I was dying from thirst and would most likely drain them. Only they weren't appealing as snacks, or any course of meal for that matter. I only had a craving for one blood and that was Yuuki's. Everything else was cheap gold. Completely useless. Making my way through the isle, I sought the books that Belle had read to me a few times. With nothing to do until Luke was back, because I hadn't bothered going through the piles of letters that lay in my study. I thought maybe reading would diminish the time. Though I

Rich people,’ he added reflectively, ‘are usually very adventurous. Adventure. That, after all, was what she was after. Fun; adventure — and maybe a little danger? ‘Are any of your clients,’ she asked, ‘ever... well, perverted?’ She savoured the last word, testing it for weight, trying to decide whether or not it indicated a concept that excited her.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

"She's already filled the space she's got and she's storing them in here." Swigging at the beer, I prise off a lid, looking at a couple of titles. Turn Right at Machu Picchu, Mark Adams... Lands of Lost Borders: A Journey on the Silk Road, Kate Harris... The Innocents Abroad, Mark Twain... A whole stack of Bill Bryson titles... Bit of a theme going on there. Wonder if she wants to travel? Get back to the point... "Michael, I mean no offence, but I have to say this. I know they are your family, but you need to keep those dried-up harpies you call aunts either under control or away from Charlotte.