Adventure Stories Novels & Stories

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

“I'd like that. I don't like the way my mus is staring at me. it's creepy.” I giggled softly. “Mum, Ade and I would like to be excused. We have a school project, so we would be going to my room. Can you please ask the maids to bring some snacks up to my room?” “Alright love. My eyes are on you guys.” Ade laughed. ✍︎✍︎✍︎✍︎ “Your mum is really funny.” “Yeah. I know right?” “I forgot to ask you something. What happened between Christabel and Jeff? It seemed as though they had some sort of bad blood between them.”

Working as a bricklayer I don't know how many times I risked injuring myself by falling from a scaffold, while I was dancing like a tightrope walker - at twenty - thirty meters high. So when a new opportunity was presented to me, it was like a pleasant breeze to me that blows across your face when you are sweaty and tired. From an early age I was fascinated by the poems, stories and tales of the people who spent their time at sea, such as "The Old Man and the Sea" by Ernest Hemingway, "The Little Mermaid" by Hans Christian Andersen, the novels by Charles Dickens for not to mention Jules Verne's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.

Alvin was only too happy to regale her with tales of his adventures in exotic locales, describing the sights, sounds, and smells in vivid detail. He told her about the bustling markets he visited, the ancient temples he explored, and the friendly locals he met along the way. Deborah hung on his every word, her imagination whisking her away to distant lands she had never seen before.

“Holy shit, you actually believe that folklore crap? Missing people? Probably just idiots who got lost or ran off with their side pieces.” Julie reached back and squeezed my knee, her touch lingering. “Relax, Doris. We’re four strong, healthy young adults. Nothing’s going to happen. We’ll look out for each other. Besides…” She leaned closer, breath warm against my ear. “It’s more exciting this way, don’t you think? A little danger makes everything hotter.” Tyler smirked, his hand resting casually on my thigh now. “Yeah. Live a little, book girl. Or are you scared a big bad monster is going to come eat you?”

The first thing Nova learned about traveling beyond the kingdom was that it was nothing like the stories. The stories spoke of adventure. Of freedom. Of excitement. They never mentioned sore muscles. Or endless riding. Or sleeping on the ground. By the second day, Nova was beginning to suspect that storytellers were liars. "Remind me why we're doing this again?" Ava groaned. The two girls rode side by side through a narrow valley surrounded by towering cliffs. Nova smiled. "You volunteered."

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

thirty-eight, restless, and deliciously reckless. Her friends had dragged her out with one mission in mind…to remind her what it felt like to be alive. Lila, the fiery divorcee with a laugh like wildfire, Margot, the bestselling novelist who lived for drama, and quiet Jade, the sharp-eyed reporter, had refused to take no for an answer. “Truth or dare, Soph,” Lila challenged, her eyes glittering with mischief as she swirled the last of her drink. “And don’t you dare give me any of that polite, senator-wife bullshit tonight.”

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She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.