Novel & Cerita Diary Of A Minecraft Zombie Books

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

"For a second there I genuinely thought you were a vampire." Caelith stared at him. "That was your first thought." "I had several thoughts. That was the most coherent one available at the time." Zara made that sound again. The one that lived in the same postcode as a laugh without ever quite being one. Caelith pressed her hand over her face. And for the first time since the beach house, something in the room felt almost light. ______ From tomorrow it's a chapter daily with the exception of Sunday which no updates still appears.

I just wanted to be around him, or maybe wish him good luck on his bike race. Just then, I found a book. It looked eerie, old, but then special. It wasn't dusty for the place where it was kept. I brought it out and swiped through it and noticed it was a diary. Why does he have a diary? But then, while I turned each page, I realized it wasn't Dimitri's diary. It was a girl's diary. She was heartbroken and sad. Then I went to the last page. The last few sentences sent shivers down my spine: "Chased after me. He wasn't just an ordinary guy. He was a secret underground lord." I shut the book immediately in fright. What? Who would have read such a scary diary and used those words as their last pa

Yet Zild’s blood was still better. “You killed a human?” She turned to me with an annoyed expression, “why would I kill for you?” That was a no I presume. “What will you do to that egg?” She pointed upstairs like she was asking me to go up and leave her alone. “You’ll find something interesting up there.” She said so I did not waste a second and climbed up. Once I got in there, I found books on the bed. I picked up a book and read the title. “The Last Immortal.”

I have no idea. The books were old, some pages are rotten and smell like mushrooms in a wet forest. I smiled when I realized that these books were precious. And they were all about my kind, the Helsings. For hours, all I did was read and get drowned in these pile of books. I have never been flooded with knowledge unlike before. The more I got absorbed into the pages, the more this hatred towards the corrupted vampires grew. It was eye-opening. Written on the page was,

She could see herself building a home here with Caleb, and Scarlet, and Ruth. If they pressed on with their missions, how might that affect her relationship with Caleb? Or even endanger Scarlet or Ruth? It seemed that whenever she got close to finding another key, bad things started to happen. Caitlin slowly set down the brittle piece of paper, and stared, instead, at her unopened journal before her, sitting on the desk. It was now worn, thick with use, looking like a relic in its own right. She reached out and slowly pulled back the pages, turning them all the way until she nearly reached the end of the book. She realized, with a start, that there weren’t that many blank pages left. She cou

"She opened the second drawer and took out a bag of fried food. Za turned to face Elijah who was staring at the brunette's diary, the diary that no one but the brunette had ever read. " Good. " She sat down where Melia had been before and brought the journal closed by several black crosses on branches closer to her. Elijah looked up at Za, smiled. " Elijah, how do you know Melia? " I... The thing is that since I was five years old, if not younger, my parents used to read me a book called Melia Conkinova before I went to sleep. " He said and looked at the brunette who was leaning on the bar, eating fried food. " They told me with suspense and mystery the details of the history of their family

This room had probably seen hundreds of years of use. Caitlin went over to the small bed, and laid down. It was just a stone slab, really, with the tiniest bit of straw. She tried to get comfortable, rolling on her side—and then she felt something. She reached over and extracted it, and realized with delight what it was: her journal.

“We’ve checked it several times. It’s all safe and sound, my master.” “I want to see it,” Kyle said. The man snapped his fingers and four men ran over. They raised crowbars to the carton, and removed one of the wooden planks. They tore away at layer and layers of heavy duty plastic. Finally, Kyle stepped up and reached in. He felt a cold, glass vial, and extracted it. He held it up, examining it under the light of a street lamp. Just as he remembered. Microbes of the bubonic plague swarmed in his hand, perfectly intact. He smiled slowly.

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”