Tripping Arcadia Novels & Stories

And yet, despite being handed a billionaire heir's identity on a silver platter, the original Jacob had somehow managed to morph himself into the most spineless, self-destructing simp in existence. "What an absolute waste." I rubbed my temples and finally understood why nothing was more frustrating than watching someone throw away a golden opportunity. Right then, a new post suddenly appeared on the forum. "Latest update! Carol and Matt are shopping at Central Plaza right now!" I tapped into the thread. In the attached photo, Carol was clinging to Matt's arm as they stood in front of a luxury boutique counter, smiling sweetly together. I narrowed my eyes. Just as I was about to close the app

"Congratulations, Harriet Underwood! You've won a horse plushie. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!" Startled, I froze in place. A hint of impatience flickered across the emcee's face. She shoved the plushie into my arms and forced me offstage. The cheap plushie in my hands felt rough to the touch, and the price tag hanging on its back still read five dollars. I recalled what was written on the slip earlier and knew I hadn't misread it. I was about to go onstage to explain when thunderous applause broke out across the hall. "Congratulations, Katie Thorpe! You've won first prize this year—a three-day trip to Marosa!"

Sydney While driving in Mike's tattered old Honda, I continued to praise my stars. I was awestruck by the kindness and opportunities that had sprung out of nowhere. We had left Leah behind. Mike then took a detour and went to the hypermarket. "All the best," he said, "it's just across the street." "Thank you," I said and walked towards the store. **************** Aiden

He clearly said we had no time to make conversation and here I can't seem to stop asking unnecessary questions. "This is not the right time. Let go, I'll explain everything on the way," I tried to get up but immediately collapsed. I couldn't even stand on my own. James let out a sigh of frustration before crouching down and scooping me in his arms. My hands circled around his neck on their own to keep me from falling. *************

At last, he sighed and nodded and followed his mate upstairs. She then wasted no time and hurried to get out of the door. She looked sideways and made sure that nobody saw her leaving. She also looked for the gate but almost lost her shoulders when she saw it was still very far from where she was standing. Yes, the place was so vast it would take her so many minutes before she could finally reach the main gate. And she didn't even have any idea what was waiting outside of that long and tall fences and what was lying ahead, but no more time to think about that anymore because the only thing that would matter at the moment was that she had to really get out of here! Escape from the psychopathi

He turned his eyes to them and took an audible sniff before he looked into Gemma’s face. His dear, sweet Gemma who’s jaw had dropped and was staring at Arcus with wide childlike amazement. Arcus’s nostrils flared as they stared at each other as if frozen in time for long moments. Wade stepped imperceptibly closer to her, which caused Arcus to divert his gaze to Wade. They too did a staring match, before Arcus squinted his eyes ever so slightly and started towards the door. “Do you think he’s wearing a skirt with no shirt because he can’t find clothes that fit his giant – everything?” Gemma whispered almost to herself, but she forgot she was among supernatural beings.

Cedric asked Aria. "No!" Aria defended herself. "She's the one who—" "It's alright, Cedric," Scarlett interrupted her once again. She held onto Cedric's arm and looked up to his eyes. "I'm sure Aria didn't mean to do it—although she did trip on herself when she was near me." Cedric let out a sigh. "Why would you do that, Aria?" he asked in a gentle tone. Aria pursed her lips together. She feels like she has been set-up. She looked at Scarlett and saw that she was looking at her with a smirk. However, when Cedric glanced at her, she quickly morphed her face back into a pitiful state.

And I am very thankful to God for giving me such a lovely friend who's more like a blood sister Although Tricia is the crazy type but she always likes acting like the eldest while I always behave more maturely than her I sigh in a deep breath as the cab drives in speed towards Aria's school. SPRINGFIELD ACADEMY I dropped off the cab and paid the driver his money before I hurriedly walked inside the school compound. Walking into the school I tried searching for Aria looking around but couldn't find her. Where could she be? I panicked as I walked towards where she usually waited for me after closing hours but couldn't find her. I was scared and won't stop cursing myself as I searched around ev

’ She whispered to the child. They reached the arcade, a maze-like structure with flickering lights and eerie shadows. Martha moved swiftly, keeping to the shadows as she weaved through the narrow paths. She knew she had to be careful, as one false move could alert the guards. ‘No, don’t you dare make any noise or i will snatch the liberty of breathing from you.’ The child stirred in her arms, but Martha quickly hushed them and continued her escape. Her eyes darted around, searching for any signs of danger as she navigated through the arcade. She could hear the guards' footsteps getting closer, and her heart pounded even harder.

In that moment, the complexities of our lives, the ever-present awareness of the triplets’ possessiveness, the weight of the Academy’s scrutiny – all of it seemed to recede, leaving only the profound connection between Alaric and me, a quiet haven in the heart of the sleeping Academy. The sweet scent of the honeyed figs still lingered in the air, a subtle reminder of the initial reason for my midnight wanderings, but the craving had long since been replaced by a deeper, more profound satisfaction. The simple act of sitting together in the stillness, sharing a moment of quiet intimacy, felt more nourishing than any sweet treat.