Good Adventure Novels & Stories

"Guys we need to hurry up because we're going on an air jet!" Huh? Air Jet? I thought there was no plane here. Come on! It might find me a passport! "I-I thought there was no plane here?" I asked suddenly. It's just shit, isn't it? An adventure that turned into stone! I don't want to be left behind just because I don't have a passport or visa! "Hahahahaha! No, Air Jet is like air transportation going to the mountains. That's the transportation from Winterfell to any continent because no car can go there." This answer made me laugh.

Andrew Andrew Mitchell was the bae of his school, all girls went crazy over him.He had the good looks and the brains. He was a fitness freak yet a foodie and loved sports. He was a MR.POPULAR of his school. Andrew was known for his extra cockiness. But He was also a closed book, he never really opened up to any one. He was this mysterious guy with the looks that could kill anyone. Andrew's life was complicated that made him stern and heartless at times. He did find someone for whom his heart melted.

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

Audrey I shook my head. “No,” I said. “I love Paris. I don’t want to leave any time soon.” I paused, thinking back over my time there. “The Global Traveling Dance Academy of Performing Arts is so amazing, Annabelle. They’ve helped me so much with my dancing, and—what?” Annabelle was cracking up, and I tried to think about what I’d said. “The Global Academy of Traveling Pants, or whatever it is,” she said, giggling. “Do they make you say that every time you talk about them?”

Her black bra, holding her massive boobs was surely a sight to see. "Fiona, darling.." Arielle yelled and waved, Fiona was holding back from face palming herself since she invited Arielle and told her to just wear something simple. Delilah stared down at Fiona to stay in her spot and keep the conversation going. "Arielle Myers." Delilah spoke out loud getting her attention. She rushed to Arielle grabbed her hands and greeted her with a hug. "I didn't expect to see the notorious princess of gambling. How's Adam ?" Delilah says still holding her hands. "Daddy is doing well. Do you ever age ? Looks like that coma made you even younger." Arielle replied in a squeaky high pitch tone.

” I asked silently praying he would not get angry at me because he was looking so angry while typing on his poor phone He didn’t answer , didn’t even acknowledged me I glanced down at my hands that were on my lap and sighed after some time and glanced out of the window We pulled up at airport and made our way to plane actually it was a private jet but there was name written on it and it wasn’t Salvatore’s it was someone else’s surname I think he borrowed this jet maybe I don’t know As we get in , it was beautiful I’ve never saw or been on private jet ever in my life As we landed there was a car already parked at airport we made our way at car and I sat silently I didn’t even utter a word The

Our progress down the mountain was slow, which was entirely my fault. I felt like a new born, my body never doing what I wanted, the way I wanted. It was so frustrating, I either moved to fast, tripped over my own feet and uprooted whole trees, or I put my foot down to hard and crushed boulders to dust, much to Evan’s twisted amusement. He’d said I was quite strong for one so young, that among our kind true strength came with age. Evan was glad to know he’d chosen well, for his first progeny in decades.

Once upon a time, in a different country, there lived a girl who wanted an adventure and dreamed of escaping from marrying someone who she didn't want to be with. So naturally, everyone at school thought that she would be prosperous and happy. But they have no idea what will happen, and they have no clue that the good fairy is watching the girl whose name is Belle Rose.

Andrew crouched and touched the blood, his eyes icy. "He's hurt. He won't get far." I looked at the photo and laughed. "Think you can frighten me, Everett?" I flicked my lighter, set the picture ablaze, and watched the flames dance in my reflection–icy, unyielding. "This time around, you don't stand a chance." By the next day, the story was everywhere. [Jailbreak alert: Everett on the loose in the city, military on a citywide manhunt!]

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