Action Adventure Fiction Novels & Stories

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Nobody was allowed inside his room but Zac unintentionally rushed into his room sometimes which my father didn’t mind at all. Caroline got scared and held my father's hand. “Hahaha! Oh, my dear son” My father laughed and slowly pushed Caroline away and picked up Zac. “What are you doing here my little munchkin” “I was playing hide and seek with Anna. I want to hide in your room daddy.” “Let’s hide together” My father exclaimed. They both hid and Anna came inside the room as well. All 3 of them played and giggled while Caroline stood at the corner looking at Zac with extreme hatred. She couldn't bear him anymore and wanted him to out of her life.

He said and hurried to wipe his tears. "Tss. Why did you cry? You can't even remember my life. This is more like a fantasy story like you read in w*****d stories." I promise here. I don't read W*****d. Misha is the lover, I only hear about his stories. He likes to read gangster stories. Then he imagined that I was a female gangster. He has a story he wants to tell, what is the title now?... Monster High? No, that's not it... Mon... Mon... Montello High? Yeah, that's it because he has reread it several times and he still wants me to read it too like what the hell? I don't like reading that mushy stuff, and besides the stories are exaggerated too much, but Misha is an addict, or maybe I just d

He might not have the gravitas and slowness of an elder, but he’s got the forehead wrinkle down. He gives me a long, searching stare, and then, with the air of a male who’s come to a momentous decision, and who is also about to walk himself off the edge of a cliff, he firms his jaw and says, “I like action-adventure books.” I blink. My head tilts. A damp curl falls and sticks to my cheek. I shove it away. “You do?” I don’t know what else to say. Where did this come from?

I wasn’t sure if it was because of his silly face or it was my body’s post-response to all the tears that I’ve shed. “Have you ever tried wishing for a new life?” His voice became serious and he gave out a warm yet dodgy smile. “You know, Japanese and Korean comics have been too popular as of the moment because of its reincarnation or transmigration stories. Have you ever wished to experience the same thing?” Scenes from the stories that I have read flowed in my mind smoothly, it was as if someone intended that I remember it. In a slow manner, I nodded at him. “Well, I’ll lie if I say I didn’t. But I know it was just a fleeting dream.” I faced the window—silently asking to end our conversati

Once upon a time, in a different country, there lived a girl who wanted an adventure and dreamed of escaping from marrying someone who she didn't want to be with. So naturally, everyone at school thought that she would be prosperous and happy. But they have no idea what will happen, and they have no clue that the good fairy is watching the girl whose name is Belle Rose.

The sun was hidden across the mountains, in a villa in the floral city, a traveler walked down the main street, looking for a place to spend the night, the mysterious traveler sat near a campfire, where there were people sitting around it. The traveler put his belongings next to him, then a small one approaches him, "excuse me, sir, they are 5 copper coins, they are to be entitled to the heat of the campfire, in addition to a ration of freshly prepared oatmeal," the traveler took the coins and paid the little one, the little one went with an older person and I give him the money, she gave him a tray with a plate and a glass, "sir I have" the traveler took it and continued to eat it, during h

I wish I visited him and Grandma more often when I had the time. And one thing that couldn’t fade from my mind was the text message I received from an unknown number whom sent me a puzzle scenario. What kind of treasure was he talking about? He just burned my grandparents’ coffee shop and the mystique island. The Strawberry’s Coffee Shop made my grandparents wealthy that people from other countries visit the Rue City just to experience tasting the coffee and buying books of my Grandma as souvenirs. Some malls around the globe even asked my grandparents to franchise the Strawberry’s Coffee Shop and even though my grandparents says no to them because the coffee shop made the Rue City whole, t

Well that's! While I'm sure they'll have more adventures, it's offcially a wrap for everyone's favorite Bonnie and Clyde couple! Hope you loved the crazy, crime-filled story of Jovie and Reno! This was the most fun to write and I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you to everyone who read, gave gems and reviewed this story. It's probably my favorite thing I've ever written and it was an honor to share it with you all. Hope you loved it til the end! Thanks again for reading and let me know what you thought! ~Mo Marie xx

Gentlemen and Ladies welcome to a world that apparently is very similar to yours. Here we have all the big cities and all the big states too. But we also have some things more, and it is not the dragons, vampires and werewolves you are thinking about. I am talking about the oddly things. Boys that never grow, invisible men, and cats in boots. You know which place all those figures appears. Welcome to fairy tales world, this is the antics of Bia's crew.