Aphmau Minecraft Diaries Fanart Novels & Stories

She pulled again but nothing happened. "Wait", Marco said and moved closer to the painting. He tilted the painting and a space opened by the wall revealing a safe. "Oh Goodness!", Aurora said and moved closer to the safe. "It's a safe", Marco said. "Yeah", she said and moved closer to the safe. It requires a security code and she tried to open it. She put in her birthday date and the safe opened in an instant. She smiled and opened the door and there a was a diary in it and her picture. She picked the two things. "Let's go", she said to Marco and they walked out of the study.

Amara located her pen and eagerly handed it over to Hendrix. “Sign it here with a message, please,” she demanded, giving Hendrix her red journal. “Is this your diary?” Hendrix asked, flipping on the next empty page. “Uhm, yes.” “How many personalities have you killed so far?” Hendrix asked again and is now doing his sign on Amara’s diary. “Tell Chad I’d like to meet him one day.” “Really? Do you mean it? Oh my God!” Amara was taken aback and instinctively covered her mouth, but the hell. She’s acting alright. She’s obviously faking it.

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters

And the monster’s victory is so complete, it leaves you wondering if you’re reading the journal of the victim… or the secret, proud biography of the victor. Then, after a long pause, Adam lifted the diary again. His thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” he whispered. And he opened the diary. ——— Episode 20 – Pool Party The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of chlorine and expensive perfume. Mason’s name was scrawled across the front in a looping, feminine hand. He slit it open with a thumb, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to the delicate stationery. Inside, on a cardstock the color of a summer sky, were the words:

Well, except for the fire. "Your mother is supportive of your endeavor." Ishilia slithered over to Ricky and handed her a book, a notepad, sketch pad, pencils, and markers. "However, she has made terms. First and foremost, don't start cataloguing until the war is declared over by either both sides agreeing to a truce or the commander of either side is killed." "That makes perfect sense." Ishilia pointed to the dark brown leather book. "This is the flora and fauna guide your mother completed. There're detailed illustrations of plant life, maps for each region of this realm. Should you need anything more, don't hesitate to ask."

) "Welcome one and all to W.O.L.F! I am your DJ for the night, Dantzler Kamahazara!!" Kimora: (Kimora is seen grabbing a plate of food and returns to her room. Her diary is left open on her bed and she closes her door, visibly showing it disappearing from the wall.) "Xanne was as nice as I could have expected...and so I go back to being a support mage... Maybe some manga will cheer me up." (Picking up a manga that says, "Mercinary Wolf, Never Die Alone." *Intentionally spelled wrong.* She leans back on her bed as it pans out to Dantzler and Xanne being seen exiting a hatch on the back left rear of the ship; to confront the incoming fighter jets.) Xanne: "Ready?"

Her. Maybe the next chapter wasn’t in New York after all. --- Later that evening, Nathaniel found himself scrolling through Amara’s online gallery. Her paintings were visceral. Bold. Vulnerable. Some of them angry. Others quietly devastated. One caught him off guard—an abstract portrait. Red and black. Gold streaks slashing across the canvas. Her pain. Her power. He clicked away. But it stayed with him. Across the apartment, Monroe’s assistant sent over the first round of intel. Name. Age. Education. Former exhibitions. Past relationship with Liam Blackwood. Pregnant.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

It's like I have control of my body but I don't at the same time. We get to my mom's room. I- or better yet, it pushes my mom's door open. I feel myself walking over to my mom's wardrobe. What the hell is happening?? I slide it open and see a safe. Whatever it is controlling my body is probably trying to get into that safe. But I don't know the combination and I bet it doesn't too. I feel my hand move and as soon as my fingers touch the safe, it unlocks. There's money, a gun and... the box. The box where my mom put half of my magic in. I haven't seen that in a long time. I never wanted to see this box again.