Novel & Cerita Adventure Fiction

Each was a florid fantasy, not viewed as a tale, but lived in him. He was always the main character, distinguished and adventurous, an illusion of splendor he supposed. Cavin likes them that way, it is much better than ordinary life. So if the thoughts of an insane journey still come, how was he to say he was cured? When even in a precarious voyage of the supernatural, here he was risking his life again. A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe.

I was standing in awe at the sight of thousands of books racked on the wall from floor to ceiling. ‘It’s mind blowing’ another comment from him and I hummed, moving toward the rack of the book. ‘Adrian help me find the book on White Wolf’ I remembered that I have to find the book as soon as possible, admiring the collection can be done next time. I asked him to help me, but his questions forced me to stop and think. ‘I don’t know the name of book, Uncle Victor said he will send it to me.’ The corner of my lips lowered in sadness.

I had so much time on my hands I could read every one of these books. I found three that sounded interesting then went to the cafe for a watermelon lemon water, I never heard of a drink like that before. I found a nice big chair on the outside patio and opened my first book. It immediately pulled me into the story. It was an action adventure that followed the life of a strong Beta devoted to his pack. He had to marry a fairy to bring more protection to his people. This book said fairies had magic that seeped out of their pores, making any submit to their wishes. It was a fictional tale so I wasn't sure if anything was true, but it was an exciting adventure.

, “Fantastic!” Miss Mata left her seat and stood in the center with her hands crossed in her chest saying, “Actually, we’re stranded in the middle of the sea. These are Azarique creatures. They are the guardians of this enchanted ocean. We are trespassing a private property but don’t y’all worry because your Grandma Fuchsia is friends with these guys.” The elders ignored the surroundings and just sat down on the chairs of the table. Their faces turned emotionless and they exhales deeply before reaching what food they’re gonna eat from all the dishes on the table. I offered my seat to an elderly and sat on the bench where Helena was breastfeeding her puppies underneath. “Hi, Helena.” I said a

“THE REVENGE” “Come along with me kids and help me with the mansion tour” Our father smiled. “Sure.” I nodded in approval. My dad started off by showing our huge front door. A front door that could accommodate a family of giraffes. “That’s huge” Caroline chuckled. We moved to our living-dining-kitchen. The living-dining-kitchen area was one spacious area with unbelievable long range mountain views from every spot. Vaulted wood ceilings, beautiful walnut floors, comfortable and quality furnishings, and plenty of amenities make for total relaxation.

"Not even close. But I was determined to leave you be. Until I started getting the letters...." "Letters?" "Aye. The letters from my adoring fans. I never intended to tell the story to the world, but I didn't want it kept entirely to myself either. The handful of people reading gradually became... more than a handful. It turns out we had the kind of story people wanted to read about. And the really invested ones started sending me letters...." Sophie sat mesmerised as she listened to Callum. She had forgotten what a melody his rich Scottish accent was to her ears. He'd always had a knack for storytelling. It didn't surprise her in the slightest to find he'd become an author.

The fact that the taste of pussy on his cock was different day to day fascinated her, finally provoking her into finding out more. Sitting at a table just inside a cafe about 100m down the road from her brother's studio, 2 hours before she was supposed to be there, Sheri nursed a latte while reading her Kindle, appropriately enough, the story Fanny Hill, a Victorian-era novel about a girl who became a prostitute, the whole while keeping an eye on the entrance to her brother's studio.

After a disgraceful scandal, Nina had no choice but to leave her town. She had to start a new life. Build new dreams and keep living. But this time, she decided to challenge nature and prove the words "No man is an Island" wrong. It's not possible for everyone, but she knew she was different. And as she wants to explain herself, her case is really not something people would be open-minded to accept and welcome. But what can she do? It runs in the family. Her ancestors, her parents, and everyone else with the same dilemma had tried every possible way to redeem themselves, but to no avail. Some became feral and out of control. Some made it to be discreet but suffered so much. She is the last a

I would certainly be warm, sleeping between two werewolves. “Okay,” I said, and slid onto the bed. I decided that Lucian had the right idea, and opened the e-book app on my phone. I had been reading a light hearted romance, but I didn’t want to give my libido any bright ideas so I switched to an adventure novel instead. “What are you reading?” Lucian asked. “Adventure,” I said, glad I’d decided against the romance, “It’s about a crew of pirates who travel the world in search of magical artifacts.”

I gather facts more than a reporter, search more than a detective. I take out my phone and open the browser. The internet is full of information. I am sure I can find one about this mysterious Mr. Fiction; I tell myself as I type on the g****e search bar. I feel the hesitation linger with doubt starts clouding my mind. What if I am not ready to find out about him? What if it is not something I am prepared for?