Choose Your Own Adventure Maker Novels & Stories

Belle Rose read the second card, and she placed the card next to the first one. Belle Rose gently laid back, and she held the toy as she asked. "Who brought the toy?" Megan raised her hand, and Belle Rose spoke. "Thank you for paying for this toy; I love it, and thank you for the cards." Victoria, Victor, Megan, Theo and Tarzan sighed with relief.

She stated. “So..?” “What if..” “Don't be a scaredy cat and come with me, would the owner guide over their property, even at this time?” He pulled her with him and they jumped and climbed the short fence. The moon was shining so brightly, so they easily went further into the man-made forest. Tiffany's eyes shone in amusement when she noticed a cave ahead of them. “Brent, take a look!” She said, pointing towards it in excitement. He nodded and they went towards it, it was obviously man made, yet beautiful. They went further into it, until they stumbled into a part that was furnished, it had lights, plush carpets, chairs and tables, even varieties of food.

" Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you.... Hip, hip, hip Hurray!!!!!! The sounds and birthday wishes continues to ecoh in the room as I cut my cake and stole a bite Immediately, feeling the tasty ingredients. I couldn't feel anything but blessed. After the day's celebration, I retired to my room which was decorated with all kind of bright colors I could think of when I was decorating it. I could easily be mistaken to be an Omega wolf due to my aura but it really didn't bother me. I layed down looking at the ceilings trying to think of what the world would be like outside my father's house when I begin to build my home with my mat

He side eyes me. “The Firsts?” He nods. “The first Alpha and the first Beta. The story goes a young man, desperate to find food for his tribe, hunted for days. Traveled for miles. The winter had been horrible. After giving up, he turned back to head home, but a winter storm hit. Fighting the ice and snow, he pushed against the winds. As he stepped through the snow, he fell. Fell into a cavern, falling into water below. In the cavern, a creature gave the boy a choice. To die frozen in the water, or become an animal so powerful, his people would never starve again.

Bridget, somehow, likely through her superb acting abilities, had managed to convince everyone to take part in this game. The game she chose? “Two truths and a lie,” Bridget said. “Does everyone know how to play?” Everyone nodded, except for Jessica, who just looked confused. She glanced at Veronica for answers. The two were becoming fast friends. “We go around the circle and everyone says three things about themselves,” Veronica explained. “They say two truths and one lie but don’t reveal which is which. It’s left to the others to guess.” “Oh. Okay.”

After taking the knife from him, they beat him relentlessly, fists and feet landing with brutal force. I frowned as I looked at Kevin, who was now on the ground, pleading for mercy. I said coldly, "What happened to you had nothing to do with me. You brought this on yourselves. Without me, your empire wouldn't have lasted this long. Bankruptcy was inevitable. You'd be better off accepting that reality. Here's some advice: Take care of your parents and don't come looking for trouble again. If you do, I won't be so kind next time."

This didn’t win me any more friends than sports did though, well, except for June. Juniper Maki was my dorm-mate in my second semester, and she was the first person to ever understand me. She saw men how I did, as conquests, challenges to be surmounted by “real women”. She kept a comically large dildo on her desk, and would cut notches in it after each victory. She was working her way up for what she called “the ultimate challenge”. It was called “The Queen of Spades Gauntlet” a no-breaks marathon of pleasure through some house in Atlanta. Apparently a friend of hers organized it a few years back and no one had completed it since. That was all I needed to hear, I knew I would beat it.

She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it. She could still feel the way her heart rate quickened as she untied the brown craft string and gently tore at the seams of the paper. She recalled the confusion as she found herself staring at a shoebox for a pair of R.M. Williams Craftsman boots. Men's, size 10. "Peculiar...." she thought to herself as she lifted the lid of the box. Hidden under a few layers of tissue paper was a book she had never seen before. A lump formed in her throat as she inspected the cover—"Chance, Fate & Chocolate Cake: When Adventure Calls, Don't Hesitate. By Callum Buchanan." The author's name caused h

he said. She shook her head, stepping sideways so that he was no longer standing so close to her. "Don't worry about it." "It came out well," he said, walking slowly around the dark room, running his fingers over the edges of the chemical pans. "Are you happy with it?" Emma glanced around the room. "They did a good job." "Have you ever thought of starting a website? You could do family portraits, or weddings." Emma shook her head. "I'm not good enough to get paid for it."

“I’m not certain. Do you remember those middle grade books we read as kids, the ones with two sides? You read a story through one side, it ended in the middle, then you flipped the book and read a different story from the other side?” I nod. As a kid I didn’t like to read any more than I do now, but I do remember those. “Yeah. They were the only kinds of books I really liked, those and the ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’ books. Are you saying these stories are like . . . ?” Gavin shakes his head and leans forward. “Not the CYA books. Those were about choosing your own fate. No, Jesse and Scott’s stories are like those flip-book stories: they have the same characters, similar settings, but comple