Tripping Arcadia Novels & Stories

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

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

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lingered in the air, a subtle reminder of the initial reason for my midnight wanderings, but the craving had long since been replaced by a deeper, more profound satisfaction.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.

“How did you get here? My instruction is clear, Tripp.” “I flew. And I got here alive, didn’t I?” He knew he sounded like a toddler, but he couldn’t just believe how dumb that idiot that made him madder. “Your sarcasm won’t take us anywhere.” She snapped at him. “Bryce, we’re leaving before this man will light your shop on fire.” “All he needs is a little tickle.” He smiled knowingly at Ari. “See you both soon.” Tripp asked for the key to her car once they were outside.

I can’t wait to see where I’m going to be staying. “Hi Ms.Sinclair, I’m Jefferson. I’ll be your driver for the rest of your trip.” Jefferson opens the door for me and grabs my luggage and begins loading my things into the truck. It doesn’t take him long to finish putting the bags away and start up the engine. In seconds we are propelled forward and we’re on our way to our next destination. After an hour we pull up to what has to be the most luxurious beach house I’ve ever seen in my life. It takes a minute for me to fully take in the view. I’m pulled out of my trance by Jefferson opening the door for me.

“Zee! You look like a sexy snow bunny. Perfect. Let’s go corrupt the town boutique before they close.” I rolled my eyes, but the knot in my chest loosened a little. Aradia had that effect, chaos and comfort in equal measure. We climbed into the waiting SUV, black, tinted, bulletproof-looking, because of course...and the driver pulled away smoothly, snow crunching under the tires. Aradia sprawled across the seat, boots on the console, already scrolling wedding inspo on her phone. “So,” she said without looking up, “you gonna tell me why you look like someone kicked your puppy?”

They smiled in return and I felt my anxiousness start to dissolve. Declan slid into the booth beside Landon and gestured for me to sit. "Aria's new in town. she's from Azira," Declan said while taking a swig of his beer. Landon turned to me and studied me for a minute. "Nice to meet you Aria, what brings you to Arcadia?" he asked while eating some crisps from the bowl on the table. "Oh, I erm I left to escape my brother and father. let's just say they weren't very nice to me," I said I didn't want to give too many details away. I had only just met these people and I didn't want to put my trust into them just yet.

She smiled. "My son." He tilted his head. "The one who climbs everything?" She laughed again. "Yes." "I think he'd immediately get lost in here." Alaric looked thoughtfully around the maze of corridors. "...Probably." The bond warmed. Not painfully this time. Just... comfortably. He was imagining it. Mary racing through the halls. Jacob climbing ancient roots. Children laughing beneath Blackwood. The mountain brightened noticeably. Traitor. It was eavesdropping. Again. Eventually they reached enormous double doors.

But he slipped into something practiced instead. “She tripped,” he said, calm, steady. “I was holding her up.” Adrian’s eyes snapped to me, searching. I forced a shaky laugh, hand over my chest. “He’s right. I tripped on the floor. If he hadn’t caught me, I’d have been flat on the floor. You should’ve seen me. Graceful as ever.” Adrian’s mouth twitched, caught between a smile and relief. “You scared me. For a second I thought…” He shook his head. “Never mind. I believe you.”