Novel & Cerita The Adventurer Pure Romance

CHAPTER 85: ARE YOU CHALLENGING MY AUTHORITY? ELENA: I stood frozen as the branches parted, and Purity stumbled out into the clearing. She looked nothing like the polished, untouchable woman that had paraded herself as Adrian's favourite since I arrived. Her hair was a tangled mess, her eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and the moment she caught sight of Adrian, she didn't just walk over—she collapsed at his feet, clutching at his boots like he was her only lifeline.

“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.

"So, I'd like to ask, what kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves using a girlfriend's supplementary card to buy the mentee a Tiffany necklace? What kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves booking a king-size room together at a hot spring hotel?" The room erupted in murmurs. Everly's face turned pale. She instinctively grabbed onto Jeremy's sleeve. "You... You're lying! That was for work!" she screamed. I gestured for Justin Orson to play the projection. On the screen appeared a list of transactions alongside corresponding social media posts. [December 1: Thank you for the necklace, Jeremy. I love it.] [Transaction: 2000 dollars charged to Jeremy's supplementary card.] [December 24:

Late afternoon light slanted through the bare windows and caught on the hard line of his cheekbone, turning his smirk into something wicked and knowing. My pulse kicked hard… because he was straight out of every filthy fantasy I’d had for years. Every time I stepped onto a renovation site… every time I smelled fresh sawdust and paint… I’d catch myself daydreaming about rough hands sliding under my skirt, a hard body pinning me to an unfinished wall, a thick cock stretching me open right where the drywall was still bare. I’d go home soaked, fingers buried between my legs, imagining being “renovated” until I couldn’t walk straight. And now the fantasy was standing right in front of me, real an

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

Clarissa smiled happily. "Thank you, you are so patient by my side. I have to give you something to love me more." Adimasta gently touched Clarissa's top hair. Clarissa felt, since Adimasta's mind was in turmoil, he was more romantic. It was weird, but Clarissa liked it. If only he did that under normal circumstances everything would be more real. Because the real Adimasta, couldn't be romantic. He was kind, sincere, and caring. But not a romantic man.

As if the goddess knew my heart desire, the rushing of water hit my ears. A river? I immediately followed the sound until I got to the edge of a cliff. The river was down below. But that wasn't all. There was someone. A certain raven-haired boy, sitting on a rock, tossing small stones casually into the river. Aidan. The view of him from up here was so beautiful. I wasn't even aware of the smile on my face until my cheek started hurting. “Well, well, look who managed to escape,” that voice immediately sent chills down my spine.

So much that the more I stared at him, the more his beauty manifested, just like magic. "I'll never hurt you, Adora. Yes, my hands are soiled with blood, I'll never deny that fact, but I want you. I want my mate. Your presence in my life will complete me and, who knows, make me a better man. Then he chuckled, "No promises on the last part." I decided to cut the chase and tell him the truth about my second mate. I steadied myself and straightened my posture, shifting to a more serious tone.

Edging him out of the way, I attacked his shirt and slacks with the same reckless and uncontrollable need. I wanted to touch the hardness of his skin, I wanted to feel all of him. I freed the buttons of his shirt, and paused, staring in amazement at how lean he was, yet so golden, so fit and bulky in the right places. The body of Roman Adams was perfect. I kissed the bridge that formed his chest, inhaling his earthy scent, the sharp cologne that reminded me of the Adams estate and the delivery company. I closed my eyes, then opened them and looked up at me.

Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.