Aventureux Novels & Stories

After school, Riley rushed over to the pack house to make the meeting on time. She was nervous to tell the Alpha about what happened. She didn't want to be judged, especially knowing her mother was involved. She sat just outside the office, and she could smell him. Ava's tail started to wag as she spun in circles in Rileys mind like a puppy. She got up and tried to follow the scent. She started walking up the stairs to the Alphas quarters. It didn't even dawn on her where she was going. Ava was in control now, and she needed him. She needed his touch, his scent, she wanted to drown in it all. She opened the door to their private home. She didn't care if she was trespassing. He was here. Was

One more thing, when he wants, that’s really what he wants. What water sports did Zach and Kirk do. That’s often their bonding. Meanwhile, I remained on the shore, keeping them on my sight. Zach is taller than his average age. I think because of his foreign blood. We have a mix of Escareals and so do the Salamedas. He's intelligent and has a mature way of thinking compared to the boys his age. By the way, at times like that and I let him ride a jet ski and whatnot, I was still worried.

Magnus’ breathing turned ragged, his entire body trembling as he dug his fingers into his temples. His chest rose and fell in sharp, erratic movements, as though he was fighting something—something clawing to break free. “Magnus?” Frederick stepped closer, cautious but firm. “Talk to me.” Magnus’ head snapped up. His eyes—dark, unfocused—locked onto Frederick, and for a split second, there was no recognition. No warmth. Just something wrong.

This is just insane. **********

Alex’s POV I’ve never experienced this heady mix of anxiety and adrenaline before today. I didn’t know if I wanted to faint or fight. We are still another hour out from the abandoned summer palace but my wolf was getting antsy as hell and was itching to shift and run the rest of the way.

The fate of worlds hung in the balance, and Zavier, driven by an unwavering resolve, would stop at nothing to seize the artifact and unlock its enigmatic Under the watchful gaze of the luminous moon, Zavier, a fearless adventurer with a heart of steel, assembled his loyal companions, their spirits aflame with determination. Their mission? A treacherous odyssey to retrieve a long-lost relic, shrouded in mystery and coveted by many.

Violet tried to free herself but his grip was strong. His fingers pressed into her scalp messing her hair. She tried to break free, but it was of no use. He was behaving like a crazed beast. Her body trembled, sparks buzzed around her and her world surged forward wanting more. Lennox swiped his tongue on her lips and they parted. She tasted like his custom-made downfall. His destruction. He shoved his tongue against hers, caressing, slurping, tugging, biting until she moaned.

He shoos me towards the Ferrari. I walk eagerly to the car, with the key I was given in my right hand. I press on the unlock pad and the door slides open. I pull open the dashboard, and there is a card in it. Curious to find out what was written in the card, I pull out the card and open it, four words were boldly written in capital letter, the words read "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" I find it funny to have picked a car perhaps, already purchased by someone else. I make to inform Gregory on this mistake.

With a rush of breath, Loui wrapped his left arm around Malia's waist — hugging her while locking her tiny body in his arms. No. It's starting to get wrong. He thought. Looks like he must stop the madness immediately. So at that time, with what remained of his consciousness Loui really tried to - fight against his desire. Logic asked him to stop, but his desire didn't necessarily allow him to end something he had just started. Loui returned to his action. He closed his eyes – buried his face in the recesses of Malia's neck. A sweet scent from behind Malia’s soft skin surged – overpowering her smell. The smell was so fragrant-addictive -made him reluctant to end his madness.

A man begins a daring, taboo relationship with two eighteen-year-old girls _________________ The dictionary defines lust as ‘a strong sexual desire.’ But I think it’s more than that. There is something pure… something primeval about true lust. It began like any other day. Being early September, it was more autumn than summer, although it had turned decidedly warm for the time of year. That and the fact that I had just begun a week off work meant that I was in high spirits.