Breeze Diary Of An 8 Bit Warrior Novels & Stories

I can only conclude because this is not written in the diary either. "Does Duna actually know what a diary is?" I complained. After storing the ID Card and mercenary ID in the drawer, I took some packets of cookies from the cupboard and read the diary again. If I look again, the first few pages have been torn. Maybe Duna used to write a diary, but suddenly made this book into a notebook. Starting from the Xenobeast category, mercenary system, base system, to how to use guns and laser swords. January 27, 3043

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 face grim, Colin snorted, "Where did you find this actor? His acting skills are pretty convincing. But no, this won't work. You abused Joyce's cat. We were just gonna let it slide if you apologized to her, but you're too stubborn. Get over here, or you'll never get a glance from me again." At such a point, he was still trying to frame me. I glared at him and looked at my bloody hands from his stomps. I had a knack for painting. With Lauren's support, I never gave up. Once, I beat another girl in a competition, and she came after me. Colin stepped in like a fierce protector. Now he was the one hurting me most. I looked away, refusing to move. His patience wearing thin, he growled, "Come o

Where did they even find it? "I didn't know you had a diary, Benjy! That's so freaken cute! You're such a hopeless romantic guy! Totally feminine too!" Sasha laughs in mockery before reading aloud one of the pages in my journal. "Dear Diary, today sucked. I lost my job because of some dumb blonde--" "I know for a fact that I did not write 'dear diary'," I interrupt her and snatch the book from her hands, her evil clutches, before she and her minions can read any further. "And I'm not feminine! You're just masculine!"

Back in my room, I smeared it generously with Vaseline and lay back. It was so big. I whimpered as I worked the fat head into my hungry cunt, stretching myself wider than ever before. Inch by inch I took it until the whole thing was buried inside me. Then I fucked myself like a woman possessed—hard, deep, desperate—moaning into my pillow as another devastating orgasm tore through me. I had just pulled the dripping cucumber out when I heard a knock. “Yes?” I called, voice shaking. “It’s Sister Beatrice. Are you alright?”

Arthur's POV The next day I was excited that I went to my office to work fo clear up my schedule for the day. I didn't know why I got a positive answer from Zaria but I sure was glad that the answer I got from her was positive. “How have you been?” One of the warriors asked me once they were finally in my office. “Good. What's the latest gist about the warriors?” I looked at the warrior closely for the first time, it was then that I realized that he was a familiar face. He was the one who told me that nonsense about Zaria.

Right now, she literally reaches out to the screen to try and touch him. “No, Ecto,” she groans. “No…” {“Log 319, April 7: Fell into a lava pit. How could I fall for such an old trick?} {“Oh come on! I was so close! So close!} {“Totally bushed… Katey, if you can hear me, I can really use some help…} {“I am the greatest warrior to ever… Ouch! Not again!} {“Log 320, April 8: Got bit by a hell-hound. All three heads of it.”}

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

"One day at a time, that's all we can do." She was right. I couldn't control the future, but all I could do was take things one day at a time and hope that eventually, it would get easier. I picked up my journal again, and started a new entry. This one was different from the others. Instead of writing about my pain and fear, I wrote about my strength, the ways I had survived and the small victories I had won. "See?" Breeze said proudly. "I told you." "Yeah," I said smiling a little. "You did."

I gave a half smile as I kept aside three CD plates having images and soundtracks of Brian. When I fondled further into the cupboard I could find a sizable diary, which had Brian’s name scribbled on it. Upon seeing the diary, I was puzzled and took it out “Welcome To My… Little Secret…” I read the first note on the dairy, and raised a brow when I flipped through pages to realize the uncountable secret he had written down. I am Scribbling down these little secrets in explicit sentences;