Historical Adventure Stories

My best friend's boyfriend was cheating, so I tagged along to bust him at a hotel. Fifteen hours until go time. Felicity Cook booked a room right next to Jake's, jaw tight. "They'll be here tonight. When the time comes, we'll catch them red-handed." Inside, I could barely keep my eyes open. She'd been a wreck since last night, and I hadn't slept a minute trying to keep her sane. Figured I had time, so I set an alarm and crashed. When I opened my eyes, a guy was lying next to me. Felicity kicked the door in and pointed at me. "Lydia Lloyd! I can't believe you betrayed me! You're my best friend! Why would you sneak around and steal my boyfriend?" I just stared, mind blank, trying to get words out. She snapped, yanked out a kitchen knife, and in front of everyone, drove it into me again and again. I hit the floor, drowning in my own blood, eyes stuck open like my body refused to let me go. I came here to catch a cheater—how did I end up the side chick? Then I blinked... and I was right back at the moment I first walked into that hotel with Felicity.

In the backyard of my home, there is a dark red jar that is about half a person's height. It is half buried in the ground, and my whole family forbids me from going near it. But I hear someone inside the jar calling me over and over. That voice says, "Sis, I miss you so much."

Anara gadis miskin yang terjerat hutang, terpaksa harus menjual ginjal untuk melunasinya. Namun nasib sial datang bertubi-tubi, hingga tidak hanya ginjal yang dia jual, pada akhirnya Anara juga menjual diri pada lelaki asing yang sanggup membayar keperawanannya dengan harga mahal. Satu ginjal Anara berpindah untuk seorang anak kecil. Anara mendonorkannya demi uang. Tapi siapa sangka jika anak itu justru melihatnya sebagai ketulusan. Anak duda kaya raya langsung jatuh hati pada Anara, merengek memintanya menjadi ibu sambung dan menikah dengan ayahnya. * "Kak Nara, suka uang kan? Mau aku kasih uang satu truk milik Ayah? Syaratnya satu ... jadi mamaku, ya?" ~Zavi~ "Di dunia yang kejam ini, hanya orang kaya dan orang licik yang bisa bertahan. Jadi, makhluk miskin sepertiku tidak punya pilihan kecuali mau berubah menjadi licik, atau ... minimal menikah dengan duda kaya lalu jadi Cinderella!" ~Anara~

Mata Jena bergerak turun, terhenti tepat pada bibir Abas yang sedikit terbuka. Seketika ia menelan ludahnya dengan gugup. "Kenapa bibir Mas Abas menggoda banget sih?" batinnya berteriak, sementara jari-jarinya kian sadar masih melekat di dada bidang pria itu. ***** Kisah Abas dan Jena yang terjebak dalam sebuah kontrak dengan syarat-syarat mengejutkan menjadi awal dari hubungan yang mereka kira akan sementara. Apakah cinta bisa tumbuh dari pernikahan yang hanya dibangun di atas kontrak?

Celina menjual mahkota kewanitaan demi mengeluarkan ibunya dari penjara. Sang ibu dituduh karena mengelapkan dana perusahaan. Padahal sang ibu hanya dijadikan kambing hitam oleh seseorang. Tak ada satupun orang yang membantunya hingga ia mendapatkan tawaran bagus untuk melayani pria yang baru saja datang dari luar negeri. Ternyata orang yang menyewanya malam itu adalah dosen baru dari luar negeri, Luis. Setiap melihat Celina, Luis tak bisa menahan diri dan selalu ingin menyentuhnya. Ia melakukan berbagai cara agar gadis itu jatuh ke pelukan Doni sang kekasih Celina curiga dengan hubungan keduanya karena ia sering melihat Celina masuk ke ruangan Luis dengan tanda merah di leher kekasihnya. Begitu juga Sofia, calon tunangan Luis sering memergoki keduanya saling curi pandang. Hingga Celina dinyatakan hamil anak Luis. Apakah Luis mau bertanggungjawab atau mengabaikan Celina karena ia telah membayar gadis itu untuk memenuhi nafsunya atau justru Luis jatuh hati dengannya?

There's a saying that circulates among anglers: "If a dead fish still takes the bait… reel in and leave." The day I went fishing with my dad, we ran into exactly that. What unsettled me was not the fish. It was the look on my dad's face: an excitement that felt completely wrong. Then a message flashed across my livestream, and a chill ran down my spine. [Get out. Now. Your dad is about to trade your life for the one who died in this river a year ago.]

My daughter, Elise Dolton, got sick, so I rushed over to take care of her. The moment I stepped inside, a rotten stench hit me right in the face, so I offered to help clean the place up. Her roommates' faces dropped right away. "What smell, Mrs. Dolton? The place is fine." "If you think it's such a dump, then have Elise move out. Don't come in here acting like you're better than all of us. We're not putting up with that!" Even Elise shoved me impatiently. "If you’re here to visit, then just act like it. Stop making a scene and embarrassing me, okay?” They were all college roommates, splitting rent on a run-down unit in an old complex. When I went in, I noticed them gathered around a pot of spicy stew. The room was thick with steam and smoke, but it still couldn't cover that awful stench. Strangely, none of them seemed to notice it. Had something gone wrong with my sense of smell? That night, the smell was so overwhelming that I couldn't fall asleep. In the end, I realized the odor was coming from Elise herself. I hurried her into the bathroom and scrubbed her down over and over, but the smell didn't fade at all. It stayed just as strong. With no other option, I called a cleaner, planning to disinfect the entire place inside and out. But Elise's roommates felt offended and started arguing with me. In the chaos, someone shoved me. My temple slammed into the sharp corner of the coffee table, and I died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I first walked through the door. The stench rushed at me all over again...

While we were eating, Tristan Shaw suddenly set down his fork and looked at me. “Who is Fatcat Cook?” The fork in my hand froze midair. My heart skipped a beat. Fatcat Cook. That name was someone Lena Moore and I made up on a drunken night. We had agreed that if anything ever went wrong and we couldn’t reach each other, we would use “Fatcat Cook” as a code. No one else knew that name existed. Only the two of us. And Lena had been missing for a full month. She said she was going to Valoria for a trip. Then she never came back. I looked at Tristan’s calm, almost indifferent face, and felt my heart sink. How did he know that name?

I sell handmade fortune cookies in the park. Each one costs $10,000, yet every day, people fight to buy them. That’s because what I sell are fertility fortune cookies. Eat one, and you can get pregnant instantly. You can even choose what kind of child you want. Slip in a double-yolk charm, and you’ll have twins. Seal in a perfect test paper, and your child will be a genius. A spayed female dog ate one and ended up pregnant with six puppies. Someone buried a fortune cookie beneath a withered tree, and by the next day, it had burst into full bloom. I sell fortune cookies to both women and men—anyone who wants to get pregnant. I turn no one away. Even animals, if they so much as make a sound, I’ll feed them. Until one day, a young woman, Mara Kessler, who had been standing in line from dawn until dusk, finally stepped forward and timidly said she wanted to buy a fortune cookie. I only took one look at her, then staggered back in terror. "I can’t sell to you. Leave. Now."

George Lansbury (22 February 1859 – 7 May 1940) was a British politician and social reformer who led the Labour Party from 1932 to 1935. Apart from a brief period of ministerial office during the Labour government of 1929–31, he spent his political life campaigning against established authority and vested interests, his main causes being the promotion of social justice, women's rights and world disarmament.