Aventureux Novels & Stories

AVA I could still smell his scent, intoxicating me, leaving me breathless and dizzy as I fantasize him leaning down and pressing his lips against mine. I want to curl my fingers and tug on his pirch-black locks, feel his tongue run across every inch of my skin, devouring me until I pass out in euphoria. 'You're mine,' his words and deep, rugged voice starts invading my mind, playing over and over and it doesn't stop. Am I going crazy?

"Houn-" "Where the fuck are they, Hazard?" she asked with a hint of lividity. Rhounzi has now come to a realization about Hazard's real persona; how hazardous he could be just to get her back. She loved a Hazardous man and now... her heart wouldn't stop wreaking havoc even though it can clearly see the caution sign her mind kept on playing. "Oh, god... This feeling seems more rather hazardous than Hazard himself."

He joins me and after some seconds I got the perfect name. "What about Deniz? That means sea in Turkish." I say excitedly. "Well, in English we say Denise than it would be perfect!" He says and I get so excited I sit up and kiss him without thinking. Like I'm already pregnant or something. "What was that for?" He smiles at me. "I would ask the same question..." Amar says at the door. Oh no! ... (to be continued)

She hurriedly tried to flag down many taxis but none was stopping. Without further warning, the rain came down heavily and she quickly looked for somewhere to hide. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to hide and by that time, the rain had soaked her light white shirt and began sipping through her trousers. Her black hair was completely damp, but she struggled to use her bag to shield herself from the rain, which didn't work apparently.

5 feet. Dressed entirely in black, his clothing seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows of the surrounding woods, emphasizing the striking contrast of his electric blue hair that stood out like a beacon in the dim light. His eyes, devoid of any white, were as black as the darkest night, reflecting an intensity that seemed to penetrate to the very core of their beings.

If there was a word big enough to describe the desperation for survival. I brush my hair from my face, letting out a hesitant breath, going over everything and anything that could happen within the next twenty-four hours. The next five hours, really. The hair on my arms stands up and a fickle chill runs from the top of my spine, all the way down, and I have to stop myself from giving up on Avignon and the man currently residing there. I ponder on the sure fact that it'd be easier to run, but as someone too ambitious for her own good and four-thousand miles away from home, I've never been one to turn down a challenge. And boy, was Alex a fucking triathlon.

It was nothing more and nothing less than that. Zak just shook his head. "I tried to warn you that it was a bad idea to go,'' he signed. ''And now you've been hurt. Can you please just come home?'' I bit the inside of my cheek as I shook my head in disbelief. Zak was someone who had colored inside the lines his whole life. He was smart and cautious and, most importantly, predictable. Anytime anything was just slightly out of his comfort zone, he backed out. Being adventurous and bold meant risking happiness and comfort to Zak, which was a point we disagreed on constantly.

Dangerous. But real.

“Stop acting all naïve princess, Bigfoot assured me of a pleasurable night after my meeting and I can say he really delivered seeing how pretty you look “ the smile on his lips was so creepy and aurora felt like puking. “You are actually mistaken sir, he only asked me to be your interpreter “ She was still talking when Jules began to use his hands to caress her bare skin and she abruptly stood up before moving away. “I am sorry sir but I have to leave” saying that she grabbed her bag and tried to run out but a hand held her from behind and yanked her closer to him and she yelled in pain.

With a heavy heart, he locked himself in the room and didn't get out. Ace laid on his bed, staring at the white ceiling with an empty mind. He suddenly felt the rustle of his bed. Ace looked to his right, where his second pillow is stationed. "hi, " the boy that laid down on his right side waved and smiled brightly at him. White hair and dark green eyes. " Who are you?" Ace whispered to the boy in front of him and frowned. " I'm Oren,"