Modern Adventure Novels & Stories

However, the woman would be sorely disappointed. As soon as she hit the outskirts of St. Cloud, Adira rolled her window down, turning off the car's air-conditioning to allow the Florida air to clean out her cluttered mind. That was a mistake. She kept the window down, but turned the air-conditioning back on to battle the stifling heat that flooded through the window. As much as she hated this move, Adira knew she needed the new adventure, a break from the past and her old life, a new place away from Draven Falls and what she left behind. Or rather, who she left behind. Bull Creek would be that break. She laughed, as she stuck her hand out the window, allowing it to ride on the wind, like a s

One of the guys exclaimed. “Oh but it is.” She smiled. “Long time, no see! What have you been up to?” “Just wreaking havoc in New York. Getting shot. The usual.” Jovie grinned. “Who’s the new Xavier?” “Reno, actually.” I informed. “Trent.” He nodded. “I’ve done all of Jovie’s ink.” “Great work. The tramp stamp is my favorite one.” “I’m personally a fan of the hip bone.” Trent chuckled. “What are we doing today? Getting each other’s names.”

The Emperor raised a toast as they all lifted their wine glasses and clicked it together before they began to sip from it. Back at the Cougar quarters, the selected cougars for the auction were so happy, they could not wait to leave the Cougar Empire and belong to only one person. News has it that once a person steps into the Cougar Empire that person never makes it out again, until a miracle like the Cougar auction happens to you. That's the only way you will be able to stop serving different men in public and belong to one person.

Leaves danced into the air from the forest floor. Her hair whipped around her face, floating as if in water. Joran advanced, a smirk forming on his lips. “Step back, girl.” Lydia raised her chin defiantly. “Come and get me.” Suddenly, the forest erupted in silver brilliance. A surge of energy radiated from her being — not fire, nor wind, but an essence older, sharper, and alive. The ground cracked with thin, luminous lines, and the trees leaned away. The Hunters swayed as if caught off balance.

Zirelle’s POV I walked into the Wolvehowl Pack, clutching onto my loaf of bread like it was my lifeline. My gaze was low, avoiding the curious and judgmental stares of the pack members around me. They whispered to each other, their voices too low for me to decipher, but their eyes spoke volumes. I knew they were gossiping, but I forced myself to keep moving, pretending not to care. One of the pack's godmothers approached me, her expression neutral. She guided me to the maids' quarters, showing me to a small room. It was simple, barely more than a cot and a stool, but it was better than the dungeon I had lived in for years.

The valley is something else more dangerous, everywhere there is made of rocks beside rocks 2ith pathways between all of them. 'alright, alright, what shall we do nex!, Captain Morgan said. Because I don't understand this, we were supposed see the garden we saw the last time when we enter this place but now I am not able to comprehend what has happened. There was not anything like mountain before and neither was there anything like all the valley made of rocks, could someone just try to explain what is happening to me here?'

Mary stroked his hair as his warm breath blew over her breast. He sounded so much older than his tender years. And so proud. “I escaped and hid in the cart of a traveling merchant. I rode for a day before he discovered me.” He tilted his head up, bumping her sore jaw again. “Where are we, Mary?” he whispered. “Are we very far from home?” “I’m not sure where your home is,” she said ruefully. “But we are in the lowlands, and I would wager we’re at least a two days’ ride from your keep.”

Krista asked. "Other than going somewhere else, to some other country, we have relations with some Bedouins," Rolf replied. "They are desert nomads who recognize no authority but that of the tribe's sheikh whose words are taken as coming directly from Allah's lips. They do not recognize borders. They are among the world's fiercest fighters, comparable to the Nepalese Gurkhas, so governments are reluctant to challenge them. We could arrange for you to be placed under the care of a group of Bedouins that we deal with. It would take a serious military effort to dislodge you from them and there would be no incentive for the government to try." "That sounds perfect," Susan said.

​The air inside the Westbridge Country Club was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, aged whiskey, and the suffocating arrogance of old money. ​Ryder stood near the towering glass ice sculpture in the center of the ballroom, his fingers digging into the fabric of his tailored black suit pockets. His tie felt like a noose around his neck. The flashing lights of the society photographers beat against his eyes, but his mind was miles away, trapped in a dark, quiet alleyway behind the library. ​He could still feel the phantom warmth of Maya's forehead pressed against his. He could still hear the trembling, heartbroken catch in her voice before she walked out into the cold.

I also earn well and don’t rely on them financially. So now it’s the first day of my adventure. My stuff and all sorts of tools that I might need are packed in the back of my vehicle. It’s like my car will be my home from now on. Where am I going? I don’t even know! I’ll just follow where the road takes me. I’m heading out of the city and taking the road toward the provinces. I think exploring nature is more fun—places full of trees, lakes, rivers, sand, the ocean, and so much more. Maybe I’ll meet a guy along the way, spend time with him… and maybe even get a taste of some local man! I bet they taste exotic! I giggled at the thought, and I felt my core moisten.