Farcry 3 Novels & Stories

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

even was. It told me: [Conditions unmet. Mission will initiate upon sufficient capability and target reacquisition. Program will remain active until completion.] Because it had no emotions, it gave me books—endless books—to study. I crouched in front of her, the hatred in my eyes no longer hidden. "I wanted you dead. How could I ever fall in love with you?" With that, I got on my bike and sped off. The private investigator, Callum Vance, whom I hired also sent me good news.

A hand drew me back. " Where do you think you're going?" Tricia asked, fire blazing in her eyes. I looked at her and folded my hands. " To call the cops," I said calmly. . . . Ariana's P. O. V Almost there... I muttered to myself as I made it to one of the windows in Tricia/ Lucy's house and opened it. Getting in wasn't that hard except for a few security issues here and there? I had worn a black overall and a mask too, so even if I get caught, no one would recognize me that easily.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

In the Fahara it is day time. In the desert where it is hotter than anyone's mother's fireplace. You could get roasted from walking around. Sao ,Modei ,Michelle and Winter are laying on the sand in the Fahara. What the tattooist didn't know is that the tattoo was a created realm whose entry could get activated by royal dragon blood because it was forged using the magic of the stone along with royal dragon blood.

I stood outside the operating theater, feeling lost. My third brother, Carl, shoved me to the floor and called me a monster. He said I'd cursed them, that I was the reason for my parents' deaths. I scraped my palm on the floor, and blood oozed out. I wanted to cry from the pain but forced myself to hold it in when I looked around. The people standing around me didn't dare come near—I could see the fear and hatred in their eyes. I didn't dare make a sound. All I did was bite my lip and get to my feet. Then, I dusted my dress off and comforted myself.

“Totally. Just tell me what about me makes you nuts, then move on. I do the same.” “What happens if there are more than three things about you that make me want to jump out the window?” “Then we have to try really, really hard to not do those things that upset the other person. Once we use up out three passes, then we have to adapt. Deal?” “Deal.” He glanced at the candle holder. “I hate that fucking ugly piece of twisted cast-iron, but you love it. So it stays in the living room, and I swear not to roll my eyes at it, or ‘accidentally’ knock it over late one night. That’s my first Big Three.”

he said "stay away from Lucy, this is between the both of us" I said "okay fine but I want you to introduce me to her" he said "why should I", I asked " don't play that game with me unless you want me to blow your cover" he said " okay fine is that all you want?", I asked "as her father", he replied " what the hell!!!", I cursed " are you crazy" I asked "that girl is almost sixteen" I said

This is a shit situation that I’m not prepared for. I can see my car in the distance and try to increase my speed. Andricia is pleading with me to stop. She wants her mates, but I just can’t face this all right now. She wants to take over, but I know that if I let her, she will run right back to where I’m trying to avoid. I push forward, running with all I have, then I fall flat on my face. I pop my head up a bit and look back, noticing my heel stuck in the ground and my ankle throbbing. Damn! ~Third Person~