Maui Stories Novels & Stories

The first whole week was our busiest. We ventured out throughout the island, sightseeing, visiting the Oahu Circle Island in Waikiki, the Pearl Harbor memorial, and the Dole plantation, where they have the tastiest Dole ice cream. Other activities on the list were going to the Kualoa Ranch with a two-hour submarine tour of Atlantis, an ATV ride for a Raptor Tour where Jurassic Park was filmed, and we did parasailing. Then yesterday, we all had dinner at Chief's Luau, where food and a Hula show were presented. I've seen Luaus, but nothing like this. We had a blast the first five days of our vacation, except for the constant argument between Jordan and Ares. No matter where we go, the fighting

“Uhh, no, no, you don’t wanna hear, Greta.” Greta smiled. “Oh maybe, I do.” Mac lowered Jai’s hand albeit forcefully. “Yeah, the lady wants to hear some stories. So let’s be polite and give her what she wants.” Jai sighed silently. ‘This is going to be embarrassing… And I thought we’re going to have a peaceful way back to the kingdom,’ he lamented in his head. He then let Mac told the story of him playing with the orphanage children better than his control over energy. Jai sunk into his seat in embarrassment even though Greta was looking at him in awe and amusement.

I know you guys missed me a lot, I'm your Master Narrator. Without me, you will be lost in the sea of Ard. Hmm, I do not want to say it twice but... I'm the best you got...! Let's start the story from the last conversation between Clark and Patrick. Ahm, I guess they were talking about the First King (King Ma'la) Ummm..... Okay, fine! Clark was worried after reading a file in the headquarters and he contacted Patrick, he tried to tell him about his problem but all the time he was making it typical to understand.

Every day was something different like white water rafting and a sunset cruise one evening. They explored Fiji and its magnificent history. While walking through the museum, Malachi told Jessica about the rich, although horrific, history of cannibalism that had taken place in Fiji. It was like walking with a tour guide, Malachi had a vast knowledge of almost everything and more than once Jessica had called him a nerd.

I ask her. “I’m wonderful.” Dakoda tells me then leans over and kisses me. “I love you.” She whispers. “Mm, I love you too.” Kasey, I find myself seated on the sandy shores of Hala, Lulu, observing our beloved girl as she joyfully frolics in the water. With each passing moment, she becomes even more radiant, for she saw no need to venture beyond the enchanting confines of Hawaii for our honeymoon.

He nodded slowly, bracing himself for what was to come. *** Master Ken was walking through the town when Mahara appeared out of nowhere and began to tag along. He tried to shake her off, but she was persistent and refused to be ignored. "Master Ken," Mahara started with a huge grin, "Do you like listening to stories?" Master Ken, attempting to hide his annoyance, replied, "I prefer listening to true stories rather than fiction." Mahara's smile widened, "Me too! I know a great storyteller. Come with me." She pulled him into a library-like room.

My mouth remained open in awe as we arrived in Hawaii. From what I heard, we were on Maui Island, a popular destination for tourists because of its stunning landscapes and golden sandy beaches. I tried to keep a straight face and not smile, but to be honest, I wanted to kneel down and roll in the sand while taking pictures. However, I didn't want to embarrass myself, especially since such behavior didn't seem fitting with Alex. He was dressed casually, but the attention from other women never seemed to fade. I felt like I was just his maid, even though I was dressed quite elegantly today.

Every time it was her father’s turn to tell her bedtime stories, he would always tell her the stories of the myths or legends of folklore, which she always enjoyed. Her father said that once upon a time, there was a tribe called the Marinaya tribe. Marinaya tribe comes from the name of the Goddess of Moon that the tribe worshiped. In the Marinaya tribe, there were different groups – the royalties or the family of the tribe leaders, the warriors, the manggagaway (or the sorcerer, or wizard), and the servants.

“In ancient times, thousands and thousands of years ago, there was a deity called Olca and she was the keeper of that volcano. Olca was lonely in her volcano and had no one there with her because the volcano was surrounded by the huge sea. Until she met the human who took the risk to visit the volcano. He was a mountaineer from the island of Maui and he was Luahu. His name in Mauian language means home.” I gaped as Harry’s eyes widens in shock. “So Luahu was a man.” Harry says. “Then that means this island was named after him?” I asked. Cortèz nods his head gently. “They fell in love with each other and Luahu kept going back and forth traveling the vicious seas just to see Olca. People thoug

Lailani had spoken privately with her father who ran the United Hawaiian Islands, They had become their own country, decades ago. He sent us the coordinates that would get the least attention. Atlantis glided smoothly through the waters hugging the ocean floor we watched in amazement as we saw fish that no one had ever seen before. There was a small chain of islands collectively called Ohana MauLoa (Family Forever) in our honor. Leilani was glad to be going home. and Bring us all with her.