Farcry 3 Novels & Stories

“Same. I didn’t sign up to be Fate’s favorite chew toy.” Charlie looked at them, pride twinkling behind his exhaustion. “That’s exactly why you were chosen. You question, you challenge, you fight. And you love harder than any warlord ever did. That’s what wins. That’s what kills evil that refuses to die.” A deep silence settled again, this time tinged with reluctant acceptance. Still, none of the men looked remotely at peace with it. Gunner moved toward Cheyenne, his arms wrapping around her from behind. He tucked his face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in like he needed her scent to anchor him. “Just promise me you’ll come back.”

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

The whole band was standing around waiting for the last of the shit to get loaded up. I noticed Dru opening the door of Brady’s car for someone. I watched as Kyaria stepped out. She was wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts and an off the shoulder t-shirt. I could see straps that belonged to what I am guessing was a tank top. She had on black flip flops. I could see her struggling to get a couple of large suitcases out of the trunk of the car. I jogged over to the car and hauled one of the suitcases out as Dru grabbed the other one. I noticed that she had two smaller bags as well.

Appearances really could be deceiving. “Okay, I’m going to drop you off at your destination, since I was the cause of all this.” “No sir.. I mean Mr. Mike… I’ll find my way home, I just need my luggage, I believe it’s in your car.” “I insist, I’ll take you home.” He pressed. I really couldn't say no after that. He walked me back to the car park and helped me into his car. “Where to?”. I guess I just had to come clean. “To be honest with you, Mr. Mike, I don’t know myself, I just got fired at my old job and I have nowhere to go to.” I said, wondering why I was telling this man all my problems.

Cayden took the things to be tested, glanced at the record paper, and continued to ask, "Winston, how long has this person probably died? You haven't said anything yet." Winston's hand that was packing up the case table paused for a moment, but he didn't answer. Instead, he asked Cayden, "Cayden, how long has Aryanna escaped?" Cayden was stunned when he heard what Winston said. He then answered, "It's been three years, Winston. Have you forgotten that after she escaped, it was you who wrote the report to withdraw all her honors and titles?"

Elara, I am not letting you go with him. Nor am I letting you die! I turned aside. Lucas's jaw clenched, frustration blazing in grey eyes. "I would sooner die than let him bring you." Tears burning my eyes, I shook my head. "That's not a choice I'm ready to make." The shooter let out a very long sigh. "This is really sweet, quite." Still, I'm running low on tolerance. Rising the rifle once again, he pointed it exactly towards Lucas's head. I will count to three three times.

My husband has never touched me since we got married. I told myself it was stress, work or a phase…But it wasn't. What it did to me, I didn't have a name for — until my body started making decisions my mind never agreed to. So I went looking for medical help. I found Dr. Horace Adams instead. One examination. One look from him. And I walked out of that hospital feeling like he'd seen straight through me … and enjoyed every second of it. I told myself I'd never see him again. Then I found out what my husband had really been doing behind closed doors. And the next morning, my new CEO walked into the office. It was him…I mean the doctor that had examined my body.