Fanfiction Adventure Time Novels & Stories

Along the way, she found herself walking beside Pedro more and more, his quiet strength a balm to her worries. As they crossed rivers and trekked through dense forests, Alice and Pedro began sharing stories of their pasts. Their conversations started innocently enough—Pedro told her about his childhood, his dreams of freedom, and his deep admiration for his father, Ramon. Alice, in turn, shared memories of her life before the time travel, her family, and her longing for peace.

“You know this background won’t last, right?” I would gladly answer her hadn't the children started pouring down the stairs, squeaking in happiness. We exit the car to open the trunk. "Who's ready for some presents?" ~~~~~~~ ***Bea's POV*** Adrian's actions confounded me tremendously. Not in a million years have I thought Adrian could be the kind and gentle being before me, playing with the children. Everyone listened to his phoenix stories with eyes full of wonder, hearts beating loudly at each suspense pun, and unexpected shrieks as Adrian executed his phoenix tickle attack. It's incredible how he tells him the truth about his kingdom, but they think it's a made-up story.

Cinderella POV. I woke up grumpy, I don't know why my whole body was tired, actually, I'm exhausted, it's like I haven't slept, maybe I'm just jetlagged from travelling, last night, in the club I had so much fun, spending time with Josie and the others, I even met two new persons, they felt like they walked out of my stories, I wanted to see my story characters, I wanted to live in my stories.

She grabbed his hand next to his ear and pulled him to run on the sand towards the direction of the pathway where the sand ends and trees were all around, giving shades to hide from the burning sun. "We better have that lunch. I worry what will happen to you if we delay more," Flora laughed as she ran with Damien in her hold. "I'm fine, you know?" Damien defended when they reached the shades, but Flora's laughter became thunderous when she turned to look at him and saw Damien flipping his imaginary long hair again.

It was followed by a flash of white light. Hannah's figure became increasingly blurry. It was as if she were being scattered by the wind. She quickly shouted at me. "Evan, you have to live well. Wait for me. I'll come find you." When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her senior year of high school. She looked at her phone. The date had gone back to the 21st of February. It was the day the time-space distortion first appeared. But this time, my voice no longer came from the empty space.

“He knows where to find us? But we can’t stay long. One more day and we will have to leave.” “Whose he?” I asked, as confused as ever right now. “You’ll find out.” She says cryptically. “Now get some beauty sleep. The journey in front of you is long and dangerous.” She says before snapping her fingers. Ellie disappeared, and I was all alone, surrounded by darkness. But that doesn’t last long, as something tickles my lips tingle. I want to swipe it away, but my body isn’t cooperating. Perhaps this is what hell looks like for me. An active person, frozen in one place forever.

He said and hurried to wipe his tears. "Tss. Why did you cry? You can't even remember my life. This is more like a fantasy story like you read in w*****d stories." I promise here. I don't read W*****d. Misha is the lover, I only hear about his stories. He likes to read gangster stories. Then he imagined that I was a female gangster. He has a story he wants to tell, what is the title now?... Monster High? No, that's not it... Mon... Mon... Montello High? Yeah, that's it because he has reread it several times and he still wants me to read it too like what the hell? I don't like reading that mushy stuff, and besides the stories are exaggerated too much, but Misha is an addict, or maybe I just d

she muttered to herself as she dropped her school bag and sat on the ground. The cottage looks like a lover's nest, it has lots of love-shaped drawings on the woods that passed for the walls. Some names were cleaned with fury, seems the lovers had a problem. The room that would pass for the kitchen in the cottage was scattered and the love nest might have belonged to some High School teenage lovers. She switched on the phone torchlight so she could see the spoilt part of the time machine. She found out the time was broken and some parts were missed. She brought out the time machine Sarah built in the school bag and saw that that one has no buttons to insert time so it can't time travel.

A wish to go back in time, a wish to be with Vincent, a wish for a lifetime of love. With the wish made, she opened her eyes, and for a moment, everything was still. Then, slowly, the sand in the hourglass started moving, reversing its course, pulling her back into the past, back into Vincent's world. The familiar sensation of time travel engulfed her, and with a last glance at her world, she braced herself for the journey, her heart filled with hope and love.

A child reading the room like it held landmines. “Cocoa?” I asked, gently. “Mera’s making us stories. Rabbits and time travel.” He nodded once and sat down. Mera plopped the paper in front of him with a grin. “You get to name the bunny who controls the time machine.” Aaron’s lips twitched. Just barely. Progress. I made toast, cut apples, laid it all out like we were normal. Like this was just a Tuesday morning in a life that had always been this soft.