Exciting Life Novels & Stories

one more time in my head I was going to scream. Aged cheddar was nice. That moment when I took off my Paint it, Pal apron at the end of an excruciating shift with screaming toddlers was nice. My life, though? Shouldn’t it be described with a better adjective? How about exhilarating? Perfect. Beyond compare. I wanted more than just a nine-to-five until I shriveled up and died. If anything, life so far had taught me it was a fickle beast. I‘d better get to living now if I wanted to squeeze something more than “nice” out of this existence.

she explained. "What? Why?" I asked confused. She turned around so she was facing me and tucked her knees to her chest. "I know," she sighed. "It sounds insane but the thought of living like that...living under the law prevents you from adventure. Real adventure. "Like I've always imagined, being chased down by police, dealing with drugs or guns to get filthy rich. All you gotta do is know the right people. Living life as a criminal seems so much more exciting. I've always wanted to live that way."

Slowly, it painstakingly processed my thoughts, arriving at a shocking yet exhilarating conclusion—this wasn't Mom's hand! She might still be alive! She could still be held captive, waiting for me to rescue her! I shot to my feet, excitedly and incoherently explaining my deduction to Hope. However, she abruptly pulled her hand away from mine. With her eyes filled with exhaustion and doubt, she laid bare her disgust and rejection with no intention of masking them.

His voice was calm like he was talking about a hobby, not a life-threatening profession. “Fun?” I repeated, incredulous. “What’s there to enjoy? Your life is constantly at risk. Doesn’t that bother you?” He shrugged, his expression unreadable. “Sure, it can be scary sometimes. But if you think about it, everything is dangerous. You could stay home all your life, and the one time you step out to buy groceries, you get hit by a truck. Hell, you could slip in the bathroom and die.” He gave me a pointed look. “So I’d rather spend my time doing something that actually excites me.”

My stomach filled with butterflies just thinking about it. All my life I've known there's more to life than just this. Whatever this is. I've always known that life couldn't be this boring, I've always known that there really are all these things that no one believes in. Except for me. Seeing a whole society of werewolves will be exhilarating, even if I end up dead because of it. I think it will be worth it to know that life is actually wonderful before I die.

I know where I'm at when I open my eyes. Death is already waiting for me, a wary look in his eyes. "Oh good. You're back to normal." he says relieved, and I'm confused before I remembered that I tried to dance with him. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that. I think that had something to do with the fact that the wolf that bit me is addicted to Fae fruit." I explained, and Death nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Mason's lifeline is a mess. It's coming undone slowly but quickly. If I didn't know better, he's dead but that addiction is making his corpse walk around in the living." Death replied.

The prospect was undeniably exhilarating, a potent blend of personal and professional ambition. "I can't wait to experience the ecstasy that this new level of intimacy will bring us," she thought. "It multiplies many times when I achieve something big, as big as owning a twenty-million-dollar company." She felt excitement and nervousness. She couldn't wait to share her desires with Mahesh and experience the intense pleasure that awaited them both.

In its place was the first real spark of excitement — warm, tentative, growing. We’re going to be okay. We have to be. Because we have each other. And now… we have this little life too.

He pulled me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. “All I want is you, Adrian. And I’m tired of denying myself what I want. My whole life, I’ve been a good girl. But it got me nowhere. I ended up failing school, rotting away behind a pub for the rest of my life. But everything’s different with you. You give my life some excitement. You make me live my life on edge. Never knowing what to expect next… Never knowing where our journey will take us. What our next destination will be. It’s like, every day, I’ll be living a new adventure with you. And that excites me so much more than living the boring life I had before.”

"Paige, there are plenty of men in this city. Plenty. And you're beautiful and smart and you have that whole 'sad hopeless romantic' thing going on that dudes apparently love." "I don't have a—" "And," she continues, talking over me, "I have a feeling your life is about to get very interesting. Like, any day now interesting. So keep those fingers crossed." I scoff and stand up, grabbing my tray. "Sure, Sadie. My boring life is about to get exciting. Maybe I'll find a penny on the sidewalk. That would be thrilling." She grins. "Stranger things have happened." I shake my head and walk away, dropping my tray off at the return station. What could possibly be interesting about my life? I go to wo