Adventure Time Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It is all about the rhythm. "You're becoming a fine A****n, my fiery little hellcat," Braxius teases me when I can fend off his attack and un-sword him like he's shown me. I shrug and smile at his compliment. It has been easier to talk with him these days, and he's really trying to get to know me. He's even asked around if anyone has seen or heard about my little sister Meena. I don't know what happened to my Irish twin after getting sucked through time on the fairy hill. I've been praying she has escaped my fate in being stuck in an ancient time and place!

And Snow White. Cool. I never really thought about fairies getting sick or old, she said. Me either, I said. A troll ran up to Titan and demanded his time. "One moment, please." He walked away with the troll. I glanced out over the railing, down, down, down. It made my head spin. And I was suddenly being pulled into Snow's time. I sighed in anticipation. What were the brothers, Pops, and Cindy up to? ***

Therefore, for him to withhold mating for the sake of his mate, deserves utter respect. Just as well that they are both in this era. Time moves differently in different eras. A minute in this era is an hour in theirs. Therefore, a mere twenty-four hours in this era is a whole two months in theirs. Time moves slower on this side of the timeline. Therefore, in their era, Summer is already of age. So that should dispel his inhibitions about Summer being under eighteen. As for the seraph, she has not been able to enter this timeline. Therefore, she will not be affected even if they are to reunite.

Who will live with eachother for centuries' He wrapped his arms around Win, snapping his fingers and sending them back to their bedroom. They landed in their bed, and Adom momentarily luxuriated in the feel of satin below him and warm Win above him. “Maybe we can do that again some time,” Win murmured as his eyes drooped closed. Adom smile when he heard his angel wish, it's first time his angel find his kink intersting and he knows why. Because he is changing as Adom's plan.

It would be useless, our world was different and I couldn't change it even how hard I try. ________ Airlea" That night I didn't know if It was because I was thinking too much about Razel, than other things that I needed to think about. But, again When I closed my eyes I saw him In my dreams. “How many times do I have to tell you that we couldn't be together. We came from different worlds. I am a wolf you are a vampire If our family found out about us they would surely lock you up. They were going to put you in the dungeon Air, And you wouldn't like that, You were dreaming of going into different places right? How can you do that if you would be locked up in a dungeon”

Hello Readers, We've finally updated Wonderings and replaced all of the repeated chapters with the proper chapters. Now that Wonderings have caught up to the present, we'll be working on Shards of Time. It'll take about two days atleast to catch up with Shards of Time since it'll be a bit more difficult for us. We'll be working on author-nim's raw files so we have to fix a few of the chapters to match with the story so please bear with us. We appreciate the support and understanding from the readers. Thank you everyone for your support. We hope everyone is safe.

This man was truly a piece of work. "Do you have no shame, Lucian? I'm her best friend. Am I also a love rival? You reek of jealousy. I hope you drown in it. Just wait and see how I'm going to make things hard for you. I'll keep complaining about you to Callie. I'm going to air out all your dirty laundry and point out your every flaw. Just you wait." Timothy dragged Yara out of the ward. Her voice faded as they disappeared. "Calista and I used to have sleepovers every night. We hugged each other to sleep. If you're so great, why don't you travel back in time and show me who's boss?"

Inside was stacked carefully from someone who had felt guilty enough to save things, they were twelve notebooks. I picked up the top one and opened it and glanced through my handwriting at twelve years old. It was covering every page. A map of a city I had named Velour, for reasons twelve-year-old me had apparently found logical. Streets labelled by feeling. The Avenue of Patience. The Square of Unremarkable Things. A river called the Grey. I turned the pages and my invented world was exactly as I had left it...Detailed and cared for. I stayed there for forty minutes and when I came out Adrian was leaning against the car with his coffee, looking at his phone, entirely unbothered by the time.

] The timestamp showed it was the day before I ran away. I laughed and cried at the same time. The comments scrolled by. [A perfect example of how someone slowly falls in love with their enemy.] [Darling, you don't know this, but when Arnold told you not to run that day, he was planning to propose that night. He had everything set up in the basement. Go look. He really loves you.] [Stupid author, give us our couple back!] I went down to the basement. White lisianthus covered the floor, already wilting. They were silently telling the story of a love that had been rewritten.

She recognised several of the accents spoken by her team members, placing them to different cities within the country and from the side glances that people were able to give each other, they all implicitly knew, through their silent communication of looks and facial expressions, that they had all been abducted and were conscripted into this sick project. Time Travel. Gretel had been forced to work on time travel. And not even for a good reason. The entire concept of Sýnnefa discovering time travel through the notes of an old man who was probably doped up on something when he wrote out his drivel was a ridiculous one.