Adventure Stories Short Novels & Stories

“I didn’t think you liked silence.” “I don’t,” he said, eyes lingering on her. “Not unless someone else fills it.” Her breath caught again. There was something dangerous in the gentleness of his gaze. Before the moment could grow too heavy, Adrian cleared his throat and reached for a thin, leather-bound journal. “Here. This is one of my favorites.” She accepted it carefully, opening to the first page. The handwriting was elegant, old, yet readable. “It’s a collection of old pack stories,” he explained. “Legends. Myths. Things we tell children… and some truths we hide in metaphors.”

Cora’s POV. “SMACK!” My skin sizzled from the impact of Ace's spank. I couldn't hold back the helpless moan escaping my lips. His palm grabbed onto the seam of my bum shorts, and he pulled it really hard, letting the fabric sit tightly between my folds. It felt so teasing, so hot, and my clit throbbed in response to the friction. “The way those pretty pink lips of yours fall out of your shorts is quite the sight. I wonder what they'll look like by the time I'm done fucking you,” he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth.

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Saturday was forty-eight hours away. I had two days to pretend I wasn’t terrified. Two days to pretend I wasn’t about to walk into a cage with something that wasn’t human. Two days to pretend seventy thousand dollars was worth whatever was waiting for me. Saturday morning I spent playing with Noah on the living room floor. Building towers with his blocks. Kissing his chubby cheeks. Telling him stories about brave princesses who always came home. Liam watched from the kitchen table. “You’re leaving tonight,” he said. Not a question.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

And maybe in the end I'll succeed. The ideas have never stopped flowing, and amidst the difficulties, I've gathered them together to tell even more stories. I have a notebook full of ideas, story segments just waiting for the right piece to fit into. I've conceived many new universes. I have a love story planned that I hope will make your heart skip a beat, between two young people wounded by the world. A horror story that I hope will take your breath away, with its demons. A fantasy that I hope will transport you to a world of mysterious creatures and strange rites.

Coughing, he went to the washing area and washed how mouth full of chocolate bits. "Berry gold creamer," Grandma laughed so evil like in the movies. "Grandma," I called, still shocked. Waiting for her to continue the story. "Oh, where were we again? Uhh. . . Yeah your mom, your dad and your cousins." She sighs heavily. "But let's just talk about your mom and dad first. Oh this story will take forever!" she continued, and took another bite of fruit berries I don't know the name of. "I dare you to tell her the stories in one week," Grandpa says finishing to drink his coffee.

-Lidia, Lidia dear friend, I still remember when we met, we were still teenagers, we were in high school, I still remember how I met you, two girls, just like us were teasing me because I was the new girl in the school and in the classroom, so they took advantage of this and brought me as a commission, and once I was alone in the bathroom and they came in to hit me, they were about to do it when you came in and defended me from them, I thanked you, after this embarrassing episode we did not separate, always friends, always accomplices, but always you so sure of yourself, but how could I not be, she was very loved by her parents at home, She was the only woman of three brothers, so they alway

A girl with blond hair, twintails, light red pupils, and a slim figure in a blue and white dress ran up to Andy. "Andy! Have you finished reading 'The Adventures of Bartous'? It's so good! Not reading is a waste of a lifetime." Andy from sleep became awake when he saw the girl Celica calling his name, he was surprised to see her and then began to ask the question again: "What did you say? Just now I was a bit dazed so I didn't hear you say anything, can you say it again?"

“My friends, our journey is long. Let’s save this for another day, would everyone agree?” After a pondering pause, all heads nodded in agreement. “Now, I have a story to tell.” He scooped a blue powder and tossed it into the bonfire. “Once upon a time….” The flame burst again, but this time, fiery images of animals, humans, and landscapes appeared. From the Greek heroes like Perseus and Jason, the adventures of Thor and Loki, and to the African spider god, Anansi, which was our first time hearing it, every story he told was brought to life by the flame.