Adventurer Amanda Novels & Stories

Amanda was the second highest on the pyramid and winked at the camera before jumping down. I found myself fascinated, and almost wishing I could be as flexible and move as limbal as them. But I wasn’t a cheerleader; I wasn’t even a dancer. I was a writer. I could write about this kind of thing, but I don’t think it would fit properly in a fantasy story. But I could fit something in. I made a mental note to play around with different scenarios. “There!” Ruby said, bringing my attention back to her. I almost forgot we had an important mission.

He’s usually quiet but becomes very loquacious whenever he’s with us. Amanda is a red head. She’s outgoing, funny and extremely pretty. I’m not saying this because I kind of have a crush on her. I’m just being factual. She has dreamy blue eyes just like mine. I try to avoid staring at them because if I do, I might just get lost inside. Amanda and me were the same height. She’s a bit like me. Daring, adventurous and beautiful. I guess that’s why I like her so much. She reminds me so much of myself.

Her handwriting gets more rushed as she goes. Grace knocks lightly on the doorframe. “You alive?” Amanda looks up. Her hair’s half falling out of a loose bun, and her sweater’s slipping off one shoulder. “Barely.” Grace walks in and nudges her with her foot. “You look like you’re solving a murder case.” “I might be,” Amanda mumbles. “Art school or work visa. Pick your fighter.” Grace raises an eyebrow. “Wait, what?” Amanda sits up, legs criss-crossed, laptop sliding off her lap. She catches it in time. “I think I want to go to Italy.”

Smithers asked. "Krista Jean Hill, August 16, 1993 in Fresno, California," Krista replied. "Do you recognize anyone in this room, Miss Hill?" Mr. Smithers asked. "You, Susan, the two FBI agents; none of the others," Krista replied. "Can you tell us how you came to know...Susan?" Mr. Smithers asked. "I was spending six months in Manaus, Brazil on a photojournalism assignment to chronicle the life of an MMA fighter recovering from and coming back from a knockout loss," Krista replied.

Chapter Two- *First Person's Perspective* ~Amanda~ The soft beeping of the monitor beside me was enough to pull me out of Dreamland, I turned my head to the opposite direction, and groggily opened my eyes. The throbbing pain in my head, a reminder of the nightmare I had come to face yesterday. My body jolted upright the moment I remembered why I was here in the first place.

While Kyle layed down injured at its base. Lydia bent down very close to him with her hands shaking. “Why didn't you inform me?” “Because I thought I could protect you,” he said in a hoarse voice. “But the decision to ruin life has already been made.” At the first light of dawn, Lydia looked earnestly at the mountain – the forbidden boundary where rumors say the rogue resides. She felt a rush of determination within her. “Then I'll uncover the truth on my own,” she whispered. “Even if it means doing it myself.”

[Amanda] Abandoning my stilettos and my purse somewhere in the room, I stumbled towards the bed. God, I wanted to get piss drunk and just forget everything. I somehow managed to get up and reach the washroom, my makeup had already been ruined by the tears that refused to stop. I was thankful that I didn’t encounter any paparazzi on the way and that my pity party was only witnessed by Mr. Flenn.

The lady said her brother traveled to Washington some years back, but because of what happened about zombies that hit up the country she did not hear anything from her brother again, and when she heard about Michael and his friend, she said to herself that she's going to help them no matter what. Michael and Eric looked at each other and Michael asked about her name, she said her name is Amanda. Amanda tell them that they can't stay too long here, she's going to look for a safer place for them to stay and they need to be very careful, because people are planning to kill them. When Amanda left the room, Micheal told Eric not to trust her so well because she already knows that there is bounty

"Andy! Are you okay?" Venture landed safely and gently put Andy on the ground, he was surprised and excited about Venture's magical talent so he used all his words to praise him: "Wow, you seem to have mastered all kinds of magic in the world? Are the ones you just used ordinary magic?" "Yeah, you know that too, Andy?" "I just found out through a girl named Celica." When Andy mentioned Celica's name, there was a sudden flash of headache that stunned Venture and fell to the ground. Andy saw that his friend had a problem, so he ran over to help Venture and asked about his friend's health:

They were together until the evening of the festival. Now she is in the middle of a dark place in the Demon King’s castle, surrounded by wild creatures that might eat her up any time, and making friends with the same creature who took her to the castle just the previous night. Amanda longed for an adventurous life, but she did not expect for it to be like this. She has always wanted to be like the heroes of legend who fought the Demon King; but she turned out to be the servant of a Demon King.