Breeze Diary Of An 8 Bit Warrior Novels & Stories

It may take a while and battle, but I'm surely ready for it. Now, I need to tame the beast that has been within me. This is one of the most important part of my day and I must not fail. I closed my eyes and I imagined the beast and what it looked like. I remember how Finn described him to me and I used that description to form him in my mind. I missed my head being decapitated by just a few seconds after I had opened my eyes. Immediately I opened my eyes, the beast rushed at me. “Stop there!”

I try to clear all roaming thoughts and instead fill my mind with thoughts of water, I think of ocean waves, and tsunamis, and pouring rain, I steady my breathing and imagine the glass overflowing with water. I open my eyes and gaze at the glass and a pool of water erupts from it. Suddenly, water is everywhere. I'm in a trance which I can't seem to stop. The water is pooling out of the glass aggressively, in abundant amounts and now the entire kitchen is almost filled with water. But I don't want to stop. I don't feel like I need to stop. It's almost like my powers have a mind of their own now and they're fighting to break free, but I don't want to control them.

Chapter Eighteen Finally when it is about evening time, Bisola and Dapo finally make a breakthrough concerning the campaign, Dapo and Bisola laughed loudly and gave one another an high five handshake, Dapo glanced through the tactics once again and he smiled, he gave it to Bisola to also reviewed it once again, Bisola also did and he frowned after few seconds. “What about the prototype?” she asked still frowning. “I told you it was not necessary, I am the prototype itself, we have the slide and the drawing all made ready.” Dapo said.

I guess I did look like I was wearing a circus tent. “Medium top, 34 b bra, medium underwear, and size 8 or medium pants.” I continued to dice the onions. They were starting to make my eyes water. I don’t understand how a plant can reduce me to a mess of tears. Tearing up, I walked to the sink and turned on the water. I felt a warm, strong chest come up behind me. Leaning over me, Aziel grabbed some paper towels and wet them. Turning me around to face him, he slowly dabbed at my tears.

“4th of July, Year 1527. Bernadette’s boobs is bigger than I imagine!” “13TH of August, Year 1530. Oh my gosh! My eyes have been blessed! Ang laki ng birdie ni Alan! Truly a fascinating encounter!” I was was stunned and beyond speechless on what I have read. My faced was obviously twisted and cannot be explain. ‘Senior!’ I screamed inside my heart. My face was heating up, and the corner of my lips can’t help but twitch because of the diary entries. Bago pa sumabog ang utak ko Droon’s voice echoed in my head.

But, The ones above were harder to reach, forcing me to stretch, my fingers roaming blindly across the upper shelves. Suddenly, something solid brushed against my fingertips. Frowning, I pulled it free. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. A black diary falls right at my feet. Frowning, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. My heart skipped as I picked it up, and curiously opened to the first page... A date stared back at me— it was 27th August, 2005. “A twenty year old diary in the bathroom cabinet? What the hell?”

I'm familiar with the darkness only for I never have been in the light of love or peace or happiness. Waniya was lying in her bed on her stomach, her diary was opened in front of her and she was reading what she had written three years ago with a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes. How long she had come! Life wasn't as shit as it used to be! Infact, now, she felt like living and dreaming. Past should remain in the past. She thought to herself and closed the diary. Taking her phone from the night stand, she posted a selfie on her i***a account named @cheeruplikewaniya.

he threatened, his word's firm. I rolled my eyes at his statement and headed to the field. We were asked to pick a weapon and I took a spear, while he collected the sword that came in pairs. ROMAN POV. A spear, she had other items to pick and she chose a spear. I could see the disappointment in Bryce's face seeing her weapon and I felt the same way. But Dante, he felt different, he looked kin, his face didn't show disappointment. The match started with Kai rushing towards Sophia who basically dodge his attack.

It was a large phoenix, and the drawing was detailed, its wings stretched as if mid-flight with orange flames licking at its tail feathers. Bree shoved Bryon with her foot from across the chair, her small frame surprisingly strong. “Put a shirt on, you barbarian!” she exclaimed. Bryon barely reacted; he just swatted her foot away lazily as his eyes remained glued to the screen. “Relax, Bree. It’s just skin.” “It’s indecent, and no one wants to see your naked chest.” Bree declared dramatically, crossing her arms. “You have traumatized Octavia."

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."