Epic Minequest Herobrine Novels & Stories

“He is finally back.” Nicholas rose from my grasp, his sharp, unfamiliar eyes locking onto mine. “Nicholas? Are you okay?” I asked, my voice cautious. His gaze shifted, confusion flickering across his face. “Who are you?” he demanded. I froze, my heart shattering. “What… I’m Michelle. I’m your mate...” His eyes suddenly darted to the Moon Goddess. “Selene, what happened to me?” The Moon Goddess’s smile widened as she stepped closer. “Zeus put you to sleep in this mortal body, Endymion. But with the Lycan extract, you’ve ascended to godhood, breaking the seal placed on your soul.”

Alie The email looks legitimate. Subject line: Heliograph Fund – Creative Consultant Inquiry. A neat paragraph about a short-term branding project, a generous stipend, and an address that’s only ten blocks from where I met Mr. Black last time. I tell myself it can’t be connected. Heliograph sounds like a grant, a committee, something run by serious people with lanyards. But the phrase narrative strategy flickers in the back of my head like a low battery warning.

My car, my driver, all waiting, but I stayed with her. “How many more of these do you have?” she asked. “Companies?” “Yeah.” “I have three more,” I said. “Romano is the most important. It was my first. Like your first child. You get attached.” She chuckled. Strange pride warmed my chest. “Trust me. I know,” she said. “This is me,” she said, stopping in front of a black Hyundai Elantra. “Thanks for walking me.” “Thanks for the genius idea upstairs,” I replied, letting a small smile escape.

She wasn’t going to let a devilishly handsome man with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen distract her from that. Losing herself in the documents on the Angolan diamond mine the Corporation wanted to buy, she could see why her father wanted the mine. The exploration activities by the mine indicated that there was a viable kimberlite pipe that could produce diamond deposits in over 20 years. Looking at the business reports for the company that held the majority shares presently, it showed that they didn’t have the funds to develop and excavate the pipe. The new contract showed that Lopes Corporation will gain the majority shares, while the former company kept 20 per cent shares in the di

"But there's one special diamond that I want to show you personally. It's not just any diamond, it's a part of history." Jasmine looked at Seth with curiosity. Seth nodded slightly, maintaining his calm expression. "Of course, I'm interested to see it." Mr. Locovic took out a small box from his desk drawer. Carefully, he opened it and revealed the diamond shining brightly under the lamp light. The diamond emitted a dazzling sparkle, captivating the room. "This diamond is known as 'The Star of Elyria.' It's a rare diamond with a long history involving kingdoms and wars," Mr. Locovic explained. "And tonight, this diamond will be the highlight of the auction."

The greedy bastard. So I took her hand instead and helped her step into the tub with me and got us settled. I sat in the back and put her in front of me, her slippery bum resting temptingly against my suddenly reawakening cock. I told my tackle to shut the hell up, and to imagine Muriel the street vendor and her accompanying mustache if he wanted more of Brynne's divine fanny. That did the trick. Muriel was hideous, and probably not even a real woman. Maybe not even human. In fact. I'm sure Muriel is really an alien scout sent here to sell newspapers and learn the language. I still craved my Djarums. Piles of them.

Her cheeks were crimson as he could tell she was embarrassed for getting caught. With their current position, he could guess what had exactly happened. Elijah heard his call for help and found him unconscious, injured and unable to heal due to the wolfsbane he was injected with. His precious mate must have been reminded of the healing powers she possessed, which was the only way to save him. Thinking about it now, he was glad this happened to him because, he had always thought this day would never come when he would make her his completely. God! She looked so sexy in his shirt.

Five years ago, Sophie Bennett and I had a lavish wedding. But for five years, she kept refusing to make our marriage legal. Every time, the reason was Daniel Pierce. He'd been born with a heart condition, she said. He couldn't handle the shock. We'd have to put off the paperwork a little longer. One day, I looked at the wedding photo on our table and finally asked, "His condition isn't going away. Does that mean you'll never legally marry me?" Sophie pointed at the photograph, disappointment written all over her face. "Ethan, I never knew you could be so heartless. Daniel and I grew up together. I can't just abandon him! Besides, we've done everything a married couple does. Is that pie

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

Dannedd glanced at the envoy member to his right, a tall woman with close-cropped hair and a scar across her collarbone, who shook her head almost imperceptibly. “Not precisely,” Dannedd said. “The mines have iron. Copper. Some silver and platinum, though not in significant quantities. Nothing that would warrant this level of sustained campaign.” He tapped the map. “Our miners have been in those tunnels for two hundred years. We know what’s down there. What he’s looking for, if it’s there at all, we have not found it.” “Which means either he has information you don’t,” Aurellia said carefully, “or he believes he does.”