The Adventurer Pure Romance Novels & Stories

Adharia encouraged him, and the once discouraged heart of his has lit a fire once again, she really knew how to cheer him up. "Yeah, thanks Navier. I hope so too, boss. Come on, let's get out of here!" He said instead and put each of his arm around their shoulders as he stood in the middle, he smiled as they left the bar. The Vernandez household was thankful that they were able to recover from the tragic romance. A tragic but modernized story of Rome and Juliet, except for Cryx's unrequited love and Adharia's choice. Well, who even said that the course of true love will always be smooth? In the name of love, there are people who stand in the shadows of the heroine and the male lead, they're

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Hannah felt her heartbeat quicken for a moment, and even her ears turned warm. Perhaps due to the unfamiliar surroundings of being in a foreign country, Darren appeared more at ease expressing emotions and effortlessly weaving them into words akin to reciting poetry. Hannah's lips curled into a faint smile. A blush spread across her cheeks. However, Adele felt a sudden shock at their deep affection and romance.

My hand went into my pocket and I felt his bracelet. "You are very right. We won't want such a whore to be our mate anyways when we have Jaden." I replied my wolf through mindlink in high spirits. "What are you doing here?" A voice broke in, drifting me back to reality as I flinched and raised my head, only to be faced with a beautiful girl, the same height as me and probably my age mates, but the difference was very clear. Her skin glows, adorned with a gown of silk and satin, designed with really beautiful embroidery.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

“Adrian! Open this door right now!” The sharp pounding echoed through the luxury apartment. Rosemary stood at the door, her face blazing with anger, her eyes still swollen from tears. At last, the door swung open. Adrian appeared, looking worn-out—his tie loosened, his eyes red from lack of sleep. “Rosemary?” His voice carried shock. “What are you doing here?” Without waiting for permission, Rosemary strode inside, her face tense. “I don’t have time for small talk. I’m here because your lover—Cassandra—just destroyed a priceless fabric in my boutique. A fabric worth millions!”

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On its touch to something, it dries. “Was it wrong to follow my desire? No.” She question herself. A vivid picture of her and Adrian as they always sat under the shade of the tree exhilarated by their love. In romanticism, they were the love birds after Romeo and Juliet. Christine would always hold him by his waist as she laid her bosom on his chest and raised her head at an angle of fixed degrees. A white eyes with black spots at the centre and always immobile. They swallowed each other's tongues as their heart delved to nourish their satisfaction. Adrian was a despot for her. His hand on a shoulder and the other on her thighs. They seemed in their world. They felt themselves on a beach. On

"This looks suspiciously like a lesson in... romance." Crystal stuck out her tongue with the audacity only a younger sister could master. With an impish gleam in her eye and a sigh laced with an infatuation too glaring to ignore, she said, “What more can I ask for? Diving into the entangled web of werewolf diplomacy surely calls for the insight of a strong, handsome specimen like Adrien.” I couldn’t help but choke back a snort at her fawning adoration, eyes shimmering with a naive puppy love too absurd to take seriously.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier