Garroth Minecraft Diaries Novels & Stories

“We know, Kam. Mike has come up with an argument for the hearing to see if the manslaughter charges stick.” “The way I see it, we have footage from the university cameras that show Mr. Graycort forced Rose into a bathroom by knife-point,” Mike said before taking a bite of the beef and broccoli hotdish Nate had made. “This is amazing! It tastes just like my favorite Chinese beef and broccoli.” Nate shrugged. “I have to admit defeat when it comes to the damn convenience of a hotdish.” “What did you use to top this?” Mrs. Braedon asked. “Ramen?”

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

I grabbed a log from the side and hefted it ready to swing in case it came at me. I still couldn’t wrap my head around a Brood creature cooperating with us. “There’s a stink coming from inside… disgusting.” Griffith wrinkled his nose. I stared at the rusty lock on the hasp and started smashing it hard. I did it fast, precise, keeping tabs on Tempest the whole time. When it snapped and the door banged open, I had to step back. “Goddess… that’s vile,” my wolf snarled and flinched. Nearby I heard hooves… a whinny out of the trees.