Adventure Time Dad's Dungeon Novels & Stories

"Here's another thing. The best I can tell, I haven't aged since I've been here. I also haven't slept. It's like I've been living the same moment over and over." Panic seizes my chest, and my hands start to shake. This can't be real. What he’s describing is a nightmare. "Why were you looking for the coin?" Even though it's warm, I wrap my arms around myself. I wish there was some way I could feel safe and secure right now, but that's probably impossible. What Damon's telling us is that not even old age will save us from this place. "My dad was an archeologist," Damon says. "He used to go on all sorts of expeditions when I was a kid, and when I wasn't in school, he would take me with him."

I had a cast in my hand, cracked ribs and terrible pain. We both talked about a lot and nothing. My dad didn't mind. He seemed to enjoy the sight of me speaking. For someone who gets bored whenever we have girly talks, this was impressive. Scott had left quietly, giving us time to ourselves. Sebastian seemed to have left before Susie and dad's arrival. “I'll leave you girls to catch up while I work a little.” “That's the longest you've ever endured, dad.” I giggled. “That's not true.” “It is. Thank you.”

Damon stood beside me, his hand brushing my lower back for a brief second — a secret touch that made my pussy clench again. “This picnic idea is such a waste of time,” Damon grumbled as he pulled out a tent bag. “Who even talks about ‘nature’ anymore? We could’ve just stayed home, ordered food, and watched movies like normal people.” Dad turned around with a sharp laugh. “Oh, come on, son. When I was your age, I’d have killed for a weekend away from screens and work. You spend too much time staring at computers. Touch some grass, breathe some fresh air. It’ll do you some good — maybe even put some hair on your chest.”

he smiled running up to me. "Hey, buddy." "I'm going on a vacation with daddy," he jumps up and down making me laugh. "Dad told me you must enjoy it and bring me a present okay?" He nodded his head, "Okay since Jason is here let's get you guys out of here." Martin leads them to his office where he opens the secret room leading underground. We walked to the underground pool where a boat submerged underwater. "This is us, please take care of my daughter," my father said shaking Martins's hand.

I just nod my head, I believe in dad’s skill and I have faith in him my dad goes outside slowly in a crouch time to time father is checking at the monster if there are some changes in its behavior we also close the door slightly and only peek there every second is like an eternity, the tense and pressure is too heavy, but we keep our eyes open to see what will happen when dad arrives near Janella the monster still busy feasting the human corpse my dad try to wake up her and it was effective Janella slowly waking up and see who is waking her up “uncl-“- Janella. before she speaks, Dad immediate covers her mouth

They were reasonably attractive, it wasn't that but they just didn't have nice personalities and that put me off. When we didn't have guests, Dad spent a lot of time hunting for hidden rooms in the house. He bought himself thermal imaging and surveying tools and became a little obsessed with finding rooms after he accidentally found one when hanging some shelves. When we asked him why he was so determined to find more rooms, he said it was to try and find more treasure, despite the story behind finding the sword being a lie.

My dad began digging fast and eagerly whistling as he did so. "I hope you're not playing a prank on me because I swear I won't forgive you." Each handful of dirt he dug out made my heart thump faster. than usual. Each piece he brought from the earth was a reminder that the one I trusted and loved had betrayed me. My stomach turned when I thought about what would happen if the vampire king found that the staff was with us. "Aha!," My dad cried in excitement when the gleam of the artifact caught his eye. I winced, looking away unable to watch.

Tattoos cover his torso, from a long, tribal tattoo to something peeking out of his low-rise sweats, to a cluster of them along his other arm. Something settles in my lower stomach, and I squeeze my thighs together to keep the heat in. Is this a dream? Are we at the right apartment? We have to have the wrong apartment. I glance at the door. 306. Nope, right apartment. Dad makes a disgusted snort and waves his hand in front of him. It isn’t long before I smell why. Weed, for sure. “I’m looking for Adam.” My eyes settle on his dimples—of course, he has dimples—and then move with him as he rests against the doorframe.

"He's convinced you're hiding secret passages and treasure rooms from him." "Well, he's not entirely wrong about the secret passages," I admitted. "Though I might have exaggerated the dragon in the dungeon." My father snorted. "You'll regret that when he brings his wooden sword and demands to slay it." "I'll set Noah on him. They can debate the historical inaccuracies of dragon mythology until Jamie falls asleep from boredom." Our laughter faded into a comfortable silence. Through the phone, I could hear the familiar sounds of my childhood home—a crackling fire, voices in the background, the clatter of dishes. Homey sounds that stirred something deep and wistful in my chest.

he says, his eyes sparkling with a hint of excitement. "What are you talking about?" I ask, bewildered by his words. "You will see," he says with a gentle squeeze of my hands, encouraging me to trust him as we continue our journey toward the end of the tunnel, the anticipation building with each step we take. We walk for about five more minutes when Dad finally comes to a halt. I’m not sure what he pressed or did, but suddenly the door swings open, and a blinding light floods the room, nearly making me squint. Dad turns to me with a grin and says, "Open your eyes; you don’t want to miss this."