Adventurous Novels & Stories

The side window shattered. Water rushed into the car with terrifying force. The stranger reached inside and grabbed me. I felt his arm wrap firmly around my waist. He tore out the seatbelt and pulled. I was suddenly free from the car. He kicked against the sinking vehicle and dragged me toward the surface. My lungs were burning. I desperately wanted to breathe. Then— Whoosh! My head broke through the water. I gasped. Fresh air filled my lungs. The man continued swimming until we reached the riverbank.

High risk, high reward. The first man leaned back in his chair, twirling a pen between his fingers. "You know, I kinda miss the good old days when we just kidnapped people and made them squirm. This whole ‘let’s help Ace’ thing feels like we’re losing our edge." The leader shot him a sharp look. "We’re not losing our edge. We’re adapting. Richard and Evelyn are unpredictable, and Ace… he’s a wildcard. We need to stay ahead of them, and if that means playing nice with Ace for a while, then that’s what we’ll do."

Ace cooed but his touch was aggressive when he yanked me down and spun me around. Sliding a hand over my spine, he had me leaning over the ledge with my eyes fixed on the busy street below. Everything looked tiny from up here. Every person down there was so oblivious of what was happening up here. Even if they looked up, the glare of the sun would obstruct their vision. Ace's long fingers cuffed the back of my neck to hold me in place while his other hand skimmed over the waistband of my tights, "Not going to take my time with you. This is going to be hard and fast baby."

Will was elated when he saw the dirt road, he suddenly lost all strength in his body as if all the exhaustion from the past month had finally caught up with him. He slid down on the ground for a while, but realized it wasn't completely safe so he got up and dragged his backpack back to the edge of the forest. He set up a small camp behind one of the larger trees so he had cover and started planning his next step.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Darkness was in every direction almost like a thick blanket encrusted everything. A glance down revealed its black silk caressing the cool mossy floor. Its dark seduction lifted up into the trees towering high above the ground. Looking up into the tall trees he couldn't find the moon or any twinkling stars. Even with clouds, there would surely be a few stars making their appearance in the night sky. A chilling silence filled the air as if a sickening calm before a devastating storm. An almost silent snap is heard as a small twig is found by an almost nimble foot. The vaguely familiar skin-tingling sensation began to fill Brayden as he looked around in a panic. He knew with this sensation onl

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

I could spew all disgusting shit I want later, when I survive. With any luck, he wouldn’t totally pin me down to my point of no escape. I could outrun him, despite this being my first time. Yet running wouldn’t be a smart idea either. My only chance of escaping these rogues would be if I manage to take them down, then run for it. Having your own wolf helps in navigation. With senses way too strong like ours, we’ll be able to make our way through a pitch-black forest without bumping our heads into a trunk. It’s a risky shot, I know, but it’s all I have. So before this big, nasty motherfucker paw me to the ground and mount me to death, I leapt to the opposite direction, crouching lower in prep

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I’m Aine and I’m thirty two years old. I’m an Irish brunette who has never been any good at settling down or following the usual rules when it comes to what I want in bed. My real weakness has always been BDSM and the darker and more taboo the better. I crave the rush that comes with rough and promiscuous games especially when there are larger groups involved and everyone lets go of their inhibitions and lets the perversions run free. Every weekend I arrange these private gatherings and invite people who want the same kind of release from ordinary life. The build up to these nights is half the fun.