Adventurous Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Something I didn’t have the luxury to analyze right now. The Sopor Veritas. The name echoed in my mind, as it had for months since I first discovered its properties. A rare plant, capable of unlocking the deepest recesses of the mind, of amplifying one’s abilities to unimaginable heights. But it was volatile, dangerous. And yet, that danger was what made it so appealing. What was power without risk?

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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Her voice was shy and tiny as she asked, “Is it like BDSM? I've always wondered what it was like.” He glanced at her, then away. “Wanna give it a try?” “Maybe.” “You sure? You don't need to force yourself to try anything. I'm at your mercy whenever, wherever.” “I want to. May we?” “Tomorrow.” “Don't you have the necessary stuffs needed?”