Tripping Arcadia Novels & Stories

ARIA’S POV Days blur together under the weight of endless tasks, meetings, and deadlines. The workload is relentless, leaving little room for anything else. Yet, amid the chaos, an urge stirs within me, a familiar itch that refuses to be ignored—rock climbing. The pull is almost irresistible, a call from the mountains that echoes in my mind, urging me to escape the grind, to feel the adrenaline rush once more. But every time I start to consider it seriously, my thoughts are hijacked by memories of that accident. The one that nearly claimed Adam’s life and left Charlotte with a severe injury. The fear that settled in the pit of my stomach after that day has never really left, and I find mysel

Lucius blocked most of the tunnel, forcing her to scramble over him, losing precious time. There was nothing Alaric could do, his nails digging into the bare dirt, grabbing nothing at all, barely slowing his slide down. Soon, he would lose any chance and go into free-fall. Sienna was screaming, tears pouring down her face as she tripped again, the electric lamp cracking as it falls over, the light dimming even further than before. His uncle lifted his ankle again, the tiniest bit, bringing it smashing down against Alaric’s knuckles, pain ricocheting through him. Even then, he didn’t let go, fumbling so hard for the last scraps of life.

The triplets were ecstatic, giggling as their father attempted to flip pancakes with varying degrees of success. Elona watched from the doorway, her heart warming at the sight. For the first time in years, their family felt whole. When Alaric noticed her, he set down the pan and approached her, his expression serious yet tender. "The trip," he began. "I won’t push, but I think it could be good for us, all of us." She hesitated, then glanced at the triplets, who were eagerly awaiting her response. Finally, she nodded. "Alright, Alaric. Let’s take the trip." His smile was radiant, and the children erupted into cheers, their excitement filling the room.

Chapter 17 I woke up from the sound of my ringing phone. Without glancing who was the caller I answered it. “Hello?” my voice a bit hoarse. “Amelia, can you go to the mansion right now?” “I’m sorry but who’s this?” I am still yawning. My mind is still somewhere else. But the caller really have the guts to call me at 2 am. “It’s Greta.” “Oh yeah hi! What’s up?” “Can you go to Nicolas tonight? He really needs your help.” She sounded so worried so I immediately said ok and went to the garage and get my car.

Jake POV I am driving with the gas pedal to the floor board trying to get to this stupid party that Jerica has taken our future Luna, Trixie. Trixie was so imparied my Alpha had been slurring words and even staggering a couple times. My guess is that she was already black out drunk and Alpha was going to do good to control his temper.

⸻ The room was worse now. Smoke thicker. Fire spreading across the curtains. The shattered window gaped open— wind rushing in violently. Aria’s heart slammed. “You’re not thinking—” “Yes,” she cut in. Ethan stared at her. “That’s a drop.” “I know.” “Aria—” Adrian started. “We don’t have time!” Footsteps behind them. Closing fast. No more options. Just this. Aria moved first. Climbing onto the ledge. Ignoring the heat. Ignoring the fear clawing at her chest.

Guards lined the walls, ready to beat any girl who attempted to run. Then a trumpet sounded. “The Triad Alphas have arrived.” The shift was instant. Alpha Garrick straightened. General Knox cursed and shoved himself away. Relief crashed into me so hard my vision blurred Three males entered. Power rolled in like a storm. They were feared everywhere. Wanted by every noble woman. I crawled backward, trying to disappear when something strange occurred. Three scents crashed into my senses. Pine after rain. Smoke and spice. Frost-kissed night flowers. Heat tore through my chest and burned down my spine.

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!"

I inquired once more. She hurriedly scooped up her laptop and said, "I guess I should leave." She walked away, turning around. Before I could cough, clear my throat, or do anything else to get her attention, the heel of one of her shoes caught along with the piping of the carpet, and she lost her balance. I made the two quick strides necessary for me to reach her just as she fell back into my arms. She gasped as she fell and collided with me. I carefully placed her on the floor so she could stand comfortably, then stepped back to allow her to turn around. I was expecting an emotion of embarrassment or gratitude, but instead I got one of irritation.