Romans & histoires Nu: Carnival

Matt teased. “And every woman is going to lust after my man.” Chey returned. “Baby, I’m all yours and only yours! Never doubt it.” Matt replied. The carnival has the usual. Lots of people were there. There were food vendors, a carousel, Ferris wheel, and many more rides. Angel ran up to them. She was in a plaid shirt tied just under her breasts and a very short pair of denim blue jean shorts. “Mattie, you came! Come on, you have to see this.” Angel said.

It grew louder and louder the closer we got. I leaned forward in my seat of the car, squinting my eyes to see where the music was coming from, my curiosity now bubbling up within me. “Umm, quick question. This carnival, it’s supposed to be different, right?” Veronica smirked, her eyes glinting in the light. “Oh, it’s nothing you’ve ever seen before. This isn’t just a carnival; it’s The Carnival.” I nodded, and just then, as the music grew louder, we rounded a bend in the fancy road, the headlights illuminating a large, ornate signboard:

It was Roman who spoke first of leaving the castle. Not leaving as in escape—only stepping beyond its walls, if only for a day. The idea came quietly, spoken as though it were nothing more than a passing thought, but I felt the weight beneath it instantly. “There is a carnival approaching,” he said one evening as we walked the outer gallery, our fingers brushing just barely enough to feel. “In the lower city. Masks are customary. Even expected.” I slowed, heart quickening. “The prince does not attend carnivals.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “Perhaps not. But a masked man might.”

The adult-themed carnival was everything I had hoped for and more. Neon lights flashed in every color imaginable. The air smelled of cotton candy, popcorn, and something darker — the faint musk of arousal and perfume. Laughter and moans mixed with the distant sounds of carnival games and rides. This was not a place for families. This was a place for adults who wanted to play.

(Danica) The intense, emotionally draining Championship Celebration Week continued to roll on with an absolutely massive, university-wide carnival night hosted directly on the central campus grounds. The administration had spared no expense, transforming the main quad into a breathtaking winter wonderland of shimmering fairy lights, competitive carnival games, and towering mechanical rides. A truly giant Ferris wheel stood as the glowing centerpiece of the entire festival, illuminated completely in Harrison’s signature maroon and gold colors. It rotated slowly against the dark velvet sky, offering stunning, panoramic views of the entire sprawling campus and the distant, brightly lit silhouet

I typed back quickly. Me: A date sounds good. You pick the place. She replied almost immediately. Nia: What about the carnival? I raised an eyebrow, slightly amused. Me: The carnival? Nia: Yes. I think it’s a really good place for a first date. I chuckled softly, the sound low in the quiet room, before typing my response. Me: Sure. The carnival seems nice. Nia: Alright. Pick me up tomorrow around 9 a.m. Me: Okay.

"Trinity, listen to me. I know you still hurt. I know what Julian did to you feels like a wound that will never close. But if you actually let yourself start dating—whether it's Cassius or this Lupe—you'll realize that Julian Hayes isn't the only Alpha on earth. You'll finally let go of what he took from you." I open my mouth to respond, but the words are cut off by a sudden, booming vibration that rattles the windowpanes of the kitchen. It is a distant thumping accompanied by the distinct blast of brass horns and crowds cheering. Mabel’s eyes goes wide open. She jumps out of her chair like a woman twenty years younger. "The Goldrun Carnival!" I blink, startled by her sudden energy. "The wha