Huckleberry Finn Novels & Stories

As dangerous as she knew this could be, Bianca could hardly wait for it to happen again. On the ride to the movies, Bianca struggled to concentrate on what she was saying as she looked into Gio's eyes. "There's this really nice hiking trail we can check out after the movies. It's well kept for wintertime hikers and on the easy side." She lifted her fingers to air quote. "Kid friendly," she smiled, feeling her insides warm as Gio's eyes traveled down to her lips again. "It, um . . . " she licked her lips, noticing his eyes widen and hoped he didn't think she'd done that on purpose, "leads into a meadow where families with young kids can take them for snowball fights and build snowmen."

Little did I know the worst part was yet to come. Months go by and still, nobody has found me. Little did I know that Noah had gotten suspicious of Caleb because he had been leaving work early plus taken off days at a time for supposed business trips that they don’t do. To put it bluntly, Caleb grows careless. So Noah decided to start following Caleb wherever he went. Unfortunately, Noah wasn’t that good at tailing people and Caleb knew Noah was following him so he led him to me. “Oh Hannah I thought you were dead,” Noah exclaimed as he tried to get me free. “Now Noah I’m not that mean to women,” Caleb said menacingly. “Besides, I couldn’t hurt a hair on her pretty little head, hair in other

He never asked about my days at school, never questioned why I spent my afternoons reading dusty books by the mango tree instead of playing with Zane. It was a quiet afternoon, the sun shining lazily in the sky. I was engrossed in a worn-out copy of Treasure Island, the adventures of Jim Hawkins, a welcome escape from monotony. A rustle in the bushes pulled me from my book. My heart pounded. Had Zane followed me? Was he about to launch another one of his "pranks"?

He really detested me. Maybe that was for the best. Maybe this was freedom. I turned to the driver, Frankie Parsons. "Frankie, take me to the immigration office." He didn’t ask why. With a nod, he changed the route. Everything moved quickly. At the immigration office, I finalized the paperwork for relocation. "Miss Jennings, your documents will be ready in three days." I nodded, thanked them, and left. Back in the car, I turned to Frankie again. "Please don’t tell Shawn anything about my schedule."

My hair ruffled in the breeze and I was tempted to let go of Luxe's fur and stretch my arms to either side of me. We hurtled past the trees, his paws barely making a sound on the hard-packed dirt, until as abruptly as he started, he stopped. It was a clearing, large and so perfectly circular, it looked man-made. A waterfall seemed to materialize out of nowhere, it's waters spilling into a small pool surrounded with bits of greenery. A large, checkered picnic blanket had been spread just to the side of the pool and a basket sat on it. Slowly, I slid down Luxe's back, and he disappeared into the trees, appearing a few minutes later as Lucas, wearing another pair of slim-fitting jeans and a but

But because screaming took energy I didn't have, and because somewhere deep inside, something was changing. My mother's blood, maybe. Or something older than that. Something that refused to die. The thirteenth lash. The fourteenth. The fifteenth. And then, suddenly, it stopped. I hung from the chains, barely conscious, my back a ruin of torn flesh and flowing blood. I couldn't feel my body anymore. I couldn't feel anything except the deep, cold emptiness where my wolf should have been. But I was still breathing. I was still alive. Through the roaring in my ears, I heard voices.

From the gallberry flat it led down to a creek swamp, dense with titi and bay-trees and tangled with bamboo-vine, and it wound through this jungle across the creek itself. “Want to drink, Snowball?” said Joe, as the black horse showed an inclination to pause at the clear water; and while Snowball drank Joe dismounted and dashed water over his face and arms. It was unusually hot for March, even in southern Alabama, and from the look of the sky he judged that there might be thunder before night.

As he was laughing behind me, I smiled a sincere one. It was almost midnight and Ed was busy in his phone. We told Anna and the others about our flat tire. They offered to come and pick us but we refused and decided we'll meet tomorrow morning. I was reading a book that was on my side-table; "If I Stay" by Gayle Forman. It was a romantic story. I glanced at Ed every few minutes or so. A question struck my mind and I closed the book, with my index finger inside from the top on the page I was on. "You said you have dated girls' right?" I asked.

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.

He picked it up and started reading it. That paper was a document by Hamburg, the first senator of Bingle land. The document stated, "A child will be born in Bingle and he will be the saviour of the World. Be will be given the name LEGEND OF THE JUNGLE. A time is coming where a powerful man from Jingle will enslave all the people of Bingle. But only one warrior in Bingle land can save them. Only at this time,e the war between Bingle and Jingle will end. The reader of this paper should note that the last kilometre is risky and full of wild animals."