Short Stories About Adventures Novels & Stories

Forbidden stories of kissing and making out would cause huge scandals among the student body, who both felt disgusted and envious of such raunchy encounter details. Needless to say, ofcourse, these stories were overhyped by baseless and false details, often times a kiss in real turned into a messy hot grope on the most tender breasts in the story. Just like rumors seem to flow everywhere in the world,each encounter was lavishly polished with overbearing teenage hormones and fake fantasies injected into them.So each time a rumor was heard, the story progressed until "atleast" there was an older girl's soft breast filling a boy's hungry mouth or a thick finger of an older boy inside a moaning

Sky launched the action. Louis looked up, glancing at her briefly. "After our first adventure? Of course I remember. Your mother said we had to remove the germs from the orangutans on our bodies." "Was that your adventure saving Mimi and her baby from poachers?" Summer asked, excitedly. Louis smiled faintly. "Yes. Did Sky tell you about it?" "That was the first story that Mommy wrote into a book. My favorite adventure story of yours!" Summer jumped once, but not high. Maybe she was afraid of slipping. "Was that also the most memorable adventure for you, Uncle?"

"But mostly excited too." "Mama, will you tell me a story about tomorrow?" "What kind of story?" "A happy one. About the prince and princess getting married." Mama settles in more comfortably and begins. "Once upon a time, there was a princess who had been through many adventures. She had a magical little prince who was very brave and smart..." "That's me," I interrupt sleepily. "That's you," she confirms. "What happened to the dragons?" I ask, remembering my conversation with Uncle Bruce.

But the dryness in my throat wouldn't let me. My best friend, Lorena, and I had just gotten back from a house party and decided to crash at her place. We were supposed to call Ubers and head to our separate homes after the party, but I had to escort her and make sure she got in safely because she was way too drunk to be left alone. I could've gone home after dropping her off, but it was 2 a.m., and I wasn't trying to get robbed or kidnapped. So I stayed. Little did I know that very decision would change everything.

And maybe in the end I'll succeed. The ideas have never stopped flowing, and amidst the difficulties, I've gathered them together to tell even more stories. I have a notebook full of ideas, story segments just waiting for the right piece to fit into. I've conceived many new universes. I have a love story planned that I hope will make your heart skip a beat, between two young people wounded by the world. A horror story that I hope will take your breath away, with its demons. A fantasy that I hope will transport you to a world of mysterious creatures and strange rites.

Her mind got stuck on the mention of Dabir's name. "And then Mom told Zamin to... Aunt Iman?" Madiha was halfway through her story but realized Iman was not listening. "Huh? What were you saying?" "Nothing." Madiha shook her head. It wasn't anything important. "Can you please make laddoo for me?" The sweet little balls of gram flour were Madiha's favorite, especially the ones that Iman makes. "Of course." Iman andwers as memories of past flodded in her brain.

And it amuses him to realize that he had lived a few decades of life on this earth to finally find someone he would feel comfortable to shake off the petty and silly insecurities he had ever since his childhood days. “My mom was the only daughter of a fearless mafia king in the city. But she blindly fell in love with a man she did not know was sent by an enemy to lure and use her against her dad. According to the stories my granddad had told me, they were like Romeo and Juliet. They seemed to have fallen in love with each other despite their affair starting from an ill-intended move on the guy’s side.”

“Does your story have dragons in it?” “No.” “Huge worms that burst out of the ground and eat people whole?” “No. There was an army of lizardmen, I set their whole camp—” “Boooring. I’ve fought lizardmen flying on giant wasps. Have you?” There was a pause. “No. No giant wasps.” “Do you really think people are going to write ballads about your dull adventures? Nobody wants to sing a song about a princess who went for a ride on her pony. Come back when you have better stories to tell.”

And besides, those endless water droplets that I always match in the kitchen make my hair spike, I don't like it. Even wearing flip-flops is taboo as well, in a typical African home, but I can't hold my body from wanting. I wear my flip flop and then go ahead to do the chores I wasn't ready to do, the dirty dishes were like a map to a whole new world. As I slowly drift into my little world of imagination, that little world in my head where I talk to people and also laugh, just like the couples I saw earlier, that would be the best day of my life, I would share all my stories and guilty pleasure with them.

Monette was greeted by Bernard, her bodyguard, who had a concerned look on his face as soon as she stepped out of their home. She averted her gaze from him. Bernard asked, "What happened, Señorita?" Even his voice was concerned. Her only response before getting into the car was, "Let's get out of here." Bernard chased after her in a panic. He sat in the driver's seat, and she sat in the passenger seat. Bernard started the car and then turned to face her. "Where are we going, Señorita?" "Anywhere! Take me anywhere as long as it's far away from here!" she exclaimed.