Exciting Life Novels & Stories

Grace When a fortune teller once told me I’d live an eventful life, full of surprises and excitement, I didn’t believe her. Honestly, I laughed right in her face. My life had always been painfully ordinary. I fell in love with a normal guy, I was going to marry him, and we’d have children together. Simple and predictable. Maybe even boring. But boring wasn’t always a bad thing. I was ready to spend the rest of my life in that calm, little box.

I sent anonymous videos of me playing with myself with a vibrator to my deskmate just for the thrill of it. I loved the thrill that came with carrying out forbidden, socially unacceptable acts like these—especially more so when he was frantically seeking out my identity. The lower I sank, the greater the thrill. … Late at night, I lay spread out in bed, panting loudly as my body trembled like jelly. I stayed like that until the waves of pleasure finally calmed down, allowing me to relax the muscles in my back.

Recording is over. Roman left the office of the journalist of the famous magazine and went back to his ordinary life with unusual events, because miracles always happen in his life now, and he is afraid not to have time to experience moments of freedom, happiness, love and dreams...

“That,” Denali pants, sitting up and taking in the area around us. “Was…” “Hopefully I didn’t scare you too much, mi reina,” I sigh, pushing up onto my elbows. “I just couldn’t stand the thought of..." “No,” she says quickly, cutting me off. “It was exhilarating.” Exhilarating? Was the woman really saying a near-death experience was exciting? Did I manage to snag myself a crazy one? “I’ve never felt more alive,” she admits, taking my silence as a bad thing. “I’ve just never..."

It sensed the newfound confidence and exhilaration coursing through my veins, knowing that this was just the beginning of an extraordinary adventure. In that moment, I felt an indescribable sense of empowerment and excitement. With my friends by my side, ready to navigate the twists and turns of life and love, I knew that this chapter of my life was bound to be unforgettable.

Trent’s next words are lost in a screaming pleasure-storm, his nervous system exploding like the Fourth of July, his every cell a fireworks display, throbbing, pulsing, exploding— My God, my universe, this is AMAAAAAAZING— This is why we exist. To feel, to experience, to taste everything this weird mixture of chemicals and physics we call life has to offer. Until this point, we were beginning to despair about our time inside Trent, who seemed mostly good for sampling all the pains and indignities that the human race could shell out. But now, in a crushed and overturned mini-car, we’ve hit our jackpot. The fireworks display is building, building, building until our cells flare white-hot and b

Brenda woke up with a sense of excitement tingling in her body. It was finally the weekend she had been waiting for. She had made plans to meet her friend Carla at an Italian restaurant later in the day, and she couldn’t wait to catch up over a plate of spaghetti. As she went about her morning routine, Brenda’s mind kept drifting back to the plans for the day. She hummed happily as she tidied up her room, anticipating the fun she would have with her friend. But as the clock ticked closer to noon, Brenda’s excitement began to wane. She couldn’t help but think about the unexpected news her father had brought to her the day before.

I am not going to open it for the world. Lexi nodded and continued to ask me more personal questions. “How is Royal life treating you, Cynthia?” I bit my lip before chuckling, “It’s been exciting, to be honest. Every day feels like the first day of school. The new experiences, the excitement. It’s all becoming familiar but slowly.”

And that, I believe, is the most dangerous thing in the world. Seeking thrills out of dangerous sports is the complete opposite of resignation for me. Contrary to my parent’s belief, I do not actively seek my own demise. My desire is to feel life. To experience the sheer pleasure of being alive, after a playful dance with death. I’m sure it makes little sense to most people but… it’s just how I feel.

"At least once a week." I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "With Maron Korolev around, my wildest idea of excitement is an Excel spreadsheet with the latest numbers from our social media campaigns," I’d said. "Ooh, a hundred and fifty-four new subscribers! Ahh, sixty-seven new likes on our page? And wait for it... a brand new five-star review! Oh Debbie Collins, you are too kind." Cue the laugh track. “Not work excitement, babe,” she’d said. “I mean, real fun. Dancing. Cocktails. Beach. Sex. You need to spice things up," Betty continued.