Youthful Exuberance Novels & Stories

She wasn't trying to kill the logic; she was trying to give it a Reason. "Come back to me, Caspian! Be the man who chooses the risk!" The server towers began to scream. The nitrogen tanks hissed and blew. The Federal Reserve shook as the "Logic" of New York City began to fuse with the "Passion" of Rio and the "Memory" of Tokyo.

He has gotten so tired from the actions of his words. His best friends believes in the word "YOLO" which according to him means YOU LIVE ONLY ONCE. This same reason makes him to changes all his old stuffs every two months, I won't really call him an extravagant type of person, because I know I spend too but hands up, only on needful and important things. "Earth to Rashid" said khalid, "man what were you thinking of, I've been here for over twenty minutes and I got no word from you, or don't you want to hear the surprise I brought for you!!?.

At twenty-five, he was all man now, his body honed from hours in the gym and on the estate grounds. I'd always played the innocent card with them, batting my eyelashes and calling them 'Daddy' and 'big brother' in that sweet, breathy voice that made their eyes linger a bit too long. But inside, I was burning. Uni had taught me things—how to tease, how to take what I wanted without anyone suspecting. And now, home for the summer, I was ready to stoke the flames.

As for the painting, I've had it framed and it's beside my bed, one of the very first things that will leave with me when I go to New York. ....there was something I really wanted to paint and thinking about it made things easier.... "Wanton: undisciplined, playful, reckless, luxurious, extravagant. I have no idea why I'm starting a farewell speech like this, but then again, I am a nerd, so–" The crowd laughs and I smile along with them even as my eyes search for a pair of molten chocolate ones.

She tastes it on her tongue, it's like a copper penny or maybe just the taste in your mouth when your Momma runs a red light and almost kills you and all of the people driving on the street with her. Yes, that is the taste of rage. First she has the taste, next she is standing up and pounding on the girl and swinging at her friends and there is long hair caught in her fist¡­no not hair, just weave. Girls are crying and the teacher is holding her arms down against her body and screaming over and over, 'Juicy stop!' And then suddenly she can breathe and think again.

She approached me with contagious enthusiasm, expressing her delight at the prospect of working together on this major project. "Girl, I'm so excited to work with you," she exclaimed, a wide smile on her face. "Just imagine, you've only just joined the company, and here we are, collaborating on this huge project. It's going to be amazing!" She playfully nudged me, radiating enthusiasm and anticipation.

One even suggest and said, “Can't we explore this world more deeper? Playing is not boring but...can't we seek excitement while we are in this magnificient world?” Everyone fall silent, other even don't mind as if lose the sense of being interested, until he added, put excitement to the every words he says, “Let's group ourselves and seek something precious in this so-called dream world!” He stood as if confident that something is there to explore. He even pointed everywhere, from rainy-fire place to icyfall place. “Will you seek excitement with me or bore yourself in the usual game in this snowy-warmth place?” For unknown reason, everyone find the drive to feel lively once again. They screa

I inquired, my eyes wide with perplexity as I stared at him. "How come it can't be?" After noticing my sudden calmness, he inquired. I told him that a boy like you is a prince charming to girls. "Oh, you think I'm attractive?" With a sly grin on his face, he inquired. I flushed my face with embarrassment once more. "Riya, you're a moron. I've told you this a million times as you try to contain your excitement. What was the point of talking so much nonsense if it was only to embarrass yourself once more? "My subconscious chastised me once more.

And yet—there it was—a hot spark of anger, sharp and ugly. Fine. Two could play that game. Before my brain could argue, my hand reached for the nearest shot glass. The glass trembled in my grip, but my grin was steady as I tipped it back, the liquid burning like liquid fire down my throat. It scorched me alive, but the rush—the dizzying flood that hit seconds later—was intoxicating. I slammed the glass down, fire in my veins. “I’m officially eighteen!” My laugh rang out, wild and reckless, masking everything underneath, while everyone cheered.

I had gotten the best event organisers for this because I wanted everything to be perfect. The smell of expensive alcohol hit my nostrils and I inhaled. This was for Elena, and it was just for a night, nothing I could not bear. I had worn my vintage shirt and matching shorts. Boys were holding girls' waist and the girls twerked against their clothed cocks. I thought it was strange because many of those people weren't even in relationships. Elena and her friends got rid of their robe gowns and were soon in their bikini and barefoot. They kept screaming at intervals for no good reason but I was glad to see that she was happy and having so much fun.