Tripping Arcadia Novels & Stories

I feel shameless thinking about what it would be like to have these hands all over my body. "I'm..." Angelica finally speaks. "I'm sorry I interrupted. I just." Turning away, she trips on a piece of glass. I watch in slow motion as she begins to fall forward. I jump to my feet but Atlas is quicker, grabbing her by the waste before she hits bottom. "Oh dear, I'm such a klutz!" she laughs nervously as she falls dramatically into Atlas' arms. "I'm so glad I have such a dashing, handsome fiance to keep me safe from my messes."

He laughed too, at how ridiculous they were being, two future monarchs putting off a trip to make eyes at each other. “Get a grip Aria,” she scolded herself, as she all but ran down the corridor, suddenly in a hurry to be done with her packing. Aaron advanced towards Troy, but Bart stonewalled him. “Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me,” said Troy, taking off too. “You’re just going to let her go?!”

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.

she said patting my shoulder softly I'm already in tears. " Let me play a karaoke for you to make you feel better " she said, I still didn't say anything she rose, singing a song in the funniest way she could to make me laugh after a while our voice is heard all over the room. It is true that the best way to get over boredom is having a great friend. ****** After the long outing I bet left late my dad would surely scold me if he was awake, I took a cab heading to the witches house, like I said I won't call it mine or ours.

"The woman standing before you now has nothing to do with you. Or with the Finch family. As for forgiveness?" I let out a faint, unbothered smile. "You don't deserve it." With that, I turned away, linked arms with my parents, and walked calmly through the room under a sea of complicated stares. Behind me came the sound of Darren breaking down completely—his anguished cries echoing through the ballroom, blending with the rising tide of murmurs and whispers. I knew then that from this night onward, both Darren and Carrie would be finished in Aokyle City's social circles. Their reputations were in ruins. There would be no coming back.

“That’s never good.” Cedric grinned. “String quartet, fireworks, drones spelling their names in the sky.” Nolan deadpanned, “I knew helicopters were involved.” Marcus said, “No.” Cedric frowned. “You didn’t even hear the rest.” “I don’t need to.” Adrian found Aria’s hand. She leaned toward him, smiling. “We’ve lost control.” “I noticed,” he said. “I’m starting to think we should elope.” He smiled, thumb brushing her knuckles. “Tempting. But you deserve the wedding you want, not the one everyone else is planning.”

It was full of colors — blues and greens, a yellow sun, and a stick figure holding her hand. “That’s Mommy,” she said proudly. Adrian smiled. “And that’s…” she hesitated, glancing at the space beside the stick figure. It was blank. She frowned slightly. “I don’t know who that is yet.” Something inside him cracked, just quietly enough that only he could feel it. Minutes later, during the cleanup, a group of older kids accidentally knocked over a jar of water. Aria slipped on the wet floor and yelped. Adrian was by her side before anyone else.

Beside it sat a photo album. I opened it. Nina and Shane. Smiling. Close in every shot. Little notes scribbled on the backs like they meant something. I flipped another page. Two plane tickets slid out—Switzerland. A sticker was stuck on them: [The seventh stop for Shane and me as we travel the world. Can't wait.] So her "trip with a best friend" was a lie. The real trip... was always him. I'd asked her to travel with me more times than I could count. She always had an excuse.

I stood by the side of the road for a long time. The clouds were white. The sky was blue. Then I remembered something Mom used to say. "Avery, be kind—but don't be a pushover." Mom, I heard you. Did you see? *** On the flight to Antarctica, I leaned against the window and watched Paragon City shrink beneath the clouds until it vanished into the white. The girl beside me handed over a pack of tissues. "Miss, are you crying?" I touched my face and realized it was wet. "I'm fine." I took the tissues. "Thanks."