Breeze Diary Of An 8 Bit Warrior Novels & Stories

"Oh shit, what the fuck is that?!" We detached ourselves and opened my door that we realized was cracked open. On the floor with her pants down, shirt up, two fingers in her pussy and a hand on her tit sat my sister. " hehe.... Hi Mich.... Jasper..." Oh Diary.... I'll be right back. Becca is touching herself again.

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

I was overly excited and giving my information in bits and irregular patterns. “Princess, take a deep breath,” Brian said. I took a deep breath and broke down all the information in the diary to him. “Blair, I don’t know.” Brian didn’t sound as excited as I was. He and Sebastine had a cold laid-back reaction and it wasn’t until Brian gave me a not so warm shoulder, that I realized that both of them were not quite buying the vision. “Blair, some diary records may not be strong enough evidence to hold in court.” Brian said.

His scent is almost gone. I heard a knock coming from the bedroom door. I see through the peephole. “What do you want, Leno?” - I said through the door. “It’s breakfast, Princess,” Leno says. “And is Beta Leno for you?” he added. “You know I can see you rolling your eyes at me,” I clap back. “And…” he says. “Just because Bryant is your brother doesn’t mean anything to me,” he continued. “You were disrespectful to your Alpha and his Luna. You get no sympathy from me,” he finished.

This is a record of what came after my end, of the choices I’ve made, and the ones I couldn’t escape. I am not writing to be remembered. I am writing to remember. This isn’t just a diary. It’s a map. A warning. A confession. Maybe, in these pages, you’ll find a piece of yourself — or maybe you’ll realize something has been watching you, too. Either way, the moment you opened this… You stepped into my world. And once you're in, there's no going back. With silence between the heartbeats, —Cullen

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to

"No, I'll just tell him I found the note on the floor." I touched Wendy's shoulder, "thank you for telling me." When we finally get to the open country, which was only an hour from Walker's Inc. I could see the damages done to our windmills and a few pipe lines. "Mr Walker." A man greeted my father. "Joe." My Father nodded at one of his longtime and trusted worker. He had a bandage over his eye, and was walking with a limp as he came over to us. "Can you please show us the video? I know my daughter can work her magic and make the resolution of it better."

The top-right corners of the pages keep crumbling into charcoal. I stare at the burnt diary. This is the diary of someone who must have gotten seriously hurt in that day’s blast, I think. Not many people survived the blast; I was one of the few who did. The diary is in bad shape. It doesn’t look as though the person to whom it belongs would have survived the blast. I open the first unburned page. There is no name. Just the initials—RD. ‘You’re late’, Shrey looks at me and says.

Sweat gathered at my temples and Cobwebs clung to my sleeves. The air smelled of cardboard and time. I pushed aside old picture frames, college notebooks, and broken electronics. “Where is it?” I whispered to myself. Box after box, I searched. My fingers were sore and my back ached but then I found it. A navy-blue leather cover…Worn at the corners. The pages sticking out a little from the sides. My diary. I sat on the cold floor, back against the wall, and opened the first page. It was mostly silly things at first.

He had an antonished look on his face, surpised at the outcome of the first clash. “Hahaha, finally a worthy man in Eastern ellorin, I will enjoy my time breaking you” The warrior had a sinister smile, almost like a maniac. But Brian didn't respond. He waited for their second calsj with came sooner than expected. In a matter of seconds, the warrior a d brian had exchaned lots of blows, but none had gotten the upper hand.