Pure Romance The Adventurer Novels & Stories

He chuckles and leans closer to me as he peels my pants and underwear off. "Who said you're going back there? You're about to become Mrs. Xion Moretti. And Mrs. Moretti doesn't have to work." I bite my tongue at his words. My heart pounded in my ear, and my core throbbed with need as he began to undress before me. His whole body filled with tattoos from neck, back, chest and full arms. He had a long tattoo on his leg with my name. 'Lola' it made me sneeker. I bright smile on my face when I saw it. He smiled and leaned in to kiss me.

Besides— “He is a billionaire with everything he wants, perfect body, perfect face, no kids, a wife, and enough stamina for eight rounds in a night. “What exactly needs saving?” The comments exploded. [Holy hell. Villianess’s attack power is maxed out.] [She just says whatever she wants. I’m sweating.] [Eight rounds? Are we serious? Cast me in two episodes please.] [Ugh, this makes me dislike the heroine. Author, please rewrite the romance line.] [Right? She is supposed to be a pure sweet little girl, not a sour grape.] Quincy was stunned speechless. My words seemed to hit a nerve.

“You heard me, big brother. Tongue first. Make me cum all over your face before you fuck me again.” Adrian’s eyes darkened instantly, pupils swallowing the hazel. He didn’t answer with words. He just moved. He rolled her onto her back in one smooth motion, hands rough on her hips as he shoved the wet T-shirt up and over her head, tossing it somewhere in the dark. Her breasts spilled free—full, nipples still tight and reddened from earlier. He stared down at her like he was starving, gaze raking from her flushed face to the mess between her legs: her pussy lips puffy, glistening, a slow trickle of his cum leaking out of her.

He then collapsed onto the plastic cover loveseat that made loud crunching noises in response. "I read in the book about the three loves of the pure one. Apparently Celeste went through the same thing with three mates, but she ended up choosing a witch even though she had been married to a vampire for twenty years." Simon explained "What three mates thing?" Marie asked before Jace could ask his question

But just as I begin to relax, a scout rushes into the clearing, his face pale. “There’s something you need to see,” he says urgently. Ansel leaves everyone on edge as I exchange a glance with Ansel, knowing that while one battle has ended, our journey is far from over. THE END

Everyone likes to arrive early in the week, and by Thursday they’re already off on their adventures. Social media is too dangerous for someone like me who doesn’t want to be found, so I stick to books for entertainment. I’m enjoying an epic fantasy story when the door opens and the bell chimes, but what makes me freeze like a deer in headlights is the scent. A man walks in who is tall dark and handsome. He’s a wolf, and he doesn’t carry the stench of a rogue.

I was out fighting all day using the sword that my mother gifted me and avoiding using any abilities that I have which I succeeded to do. I've gone to almost every place- even in the human world just to find them all and I've never come back home yet until I finished what my mission is. I never even tried resting because I know I should finish this fast or else my cousin and my aunt will play some dirty tricks on me to stain my name from every vampire in the palace. I know how dirty they play but they are unfortunately because I also am professional when it comes to playing dirty. Beg, cries, and shouting in pain are the only music that I can hear for days and no one had given me a great fig

“By the looks of those two, they’ve been here before. Now, I’m feeling outdone and cheated!” Marianne laughed “So the gentle Lt. Carl Anderson can moan too, how cute,” she thought. “Try checking that room?” she pointed to the slightly open room. Carl walks over there, and is followed by Marianne. “Oh wow! It’s like I was transported in the roman times.” Marianne grins looking at Carl’s reaction. It was similar to her reaction before. “It also has a balcony behind those curtains. Oh and the rooftop opens.” Carl is in awe seeing the roman style bathroom. “Such a private luxury! I doubt Francois had ever used this bath or is this like a mini swimming pool? He probably only takes the shower,” co

he pressed, trailing a finger down to tease her clit. "It feels amazing," she moaned, hips bucking into his touch. "Yeah? I made you feel amazing?" His tone was smug. "Yes, Uncle Adam. You make me feel so good," she replied, submissive and adoring. He beamed with dark satisfaction. "You're such a pretty princess. My perfect little princess to ruin. Now, on your stomach, ass up for me." Nova rolled over obediently, presenting herself and he mounted her from behind, slamming his cock into her dripping heat. He fucked her hard, the bed creaking under the force, his hands pinning her shoulders down.

He shifts to his wolf as I blast the four crawlers trying to rip into him away. ‘Thanks. I just found my mate tonight, I wouldn’t want to die before I get to mark her,’ he groans. ‘Cabrón, you didn’t tell me?’ I ask, ‘Who is it, Marie?’ ‘Yeah… You knew?’ He rips into one of the crawlers and I send a spark of fire at it, one that makes it shriek before it shrivels away to dust. ‘I hoped. You seemed to be into her.’ ‘And what about you? Is your luna your fated?’ he asks as we tear through crawlers. He slows them and I light them all ablaze, with flames that leave nothing.