Herobrine Story Novels & Stories

' The real name of Ervin was Mark Lenova. And the earlier name for Koninklijk was Veramiyan. Nerova's POV I hate when people try to hide their money and gold even when they have more than enough. Well, maybe that's why God sent me to get that money back the unnecessary money from these misers. By the way, I'm Mark Lenova. People like to call me half Robin Hood. Half because I loot money but I keep all the stuff and benefits with me, I hate sharing my effort's gold.

CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT It was 7 : 43am. Dom was in the therapy room doing the gentle morning routine David had mapped out for the two-week protocol and she was at the counter with coffee and her phone when the notification came through. GREGORY HALE, PATRIARCH OF HALE GROUP, ARRESTED IN CONNECTION WITH HIGHWAY CONSPIRACY INVESTIGATION. She read it twice. She set the phone face down on the counter, picked up her coffee and drank from it. She tried to steady her shaky fingers as she tried to digest it and map up a way to break the news to Dom.

He gripped my arm, his voice filled with anger. I faced his sudden outburst with calm. "When I was 15, Bobby died, and I was devastated. Weren't you the one who sent me gifts and notes, telling me he had just gone to another world and that I shouldn't be sad? Have you really forgotten all that?" Bobby was my dog and companion for five years until someone cruelly poisoned him. For the longest time, I was trapped in sadness, and nobody could pull me out of it. However, one day at Bobby's grave, I found presents and a little note. I had no clue who left them, and that mystery went on for weeks. One day, I got there early and caught Jeffrey by the grave.

Two weeks Later Silea stood in the dim hallway, her fingers curled tightly around the doorframe. It's the 3rd time after that night..The sight of Herman cradling Aurelia so gently—like something precious, irreplaceable—burned into her eyes. Her breath came out shaky and shallow. That should’ve been her. That was supposed to be her. But she was abandoned by her parents who saw her worthless.. Herman might have adopted her but only because he wanted a company for his daughter..

No one believed that story until a certain case like those we have been facing happened thirty years after the news came out. They didn’t call themselves dark rogues again but frost born. Nothing happened until another century later which was now. “That’s quite a story.” Soren exhaled as he pushed himself from the headboard and lied on the bed. I had read the book and decided to share the story with him since he couldn’t get anything from his father. He didn’t have enough information about them except the fact that they were driven out of Veridian by a group of strange men that were just looking for a place to rest.

“Don’t forget to use glamour. They may get used to the green hair, but your ears and tail-“ “Yeah. Thanks for the house, I couldn’t live near a city.” “I couldn’t as well. If something you are my brother. I was Sky Brock. By the way, do you drive, Jo?” “Y- yes.” She replied with a tight smile. “There is an SUV. Teach Jade to drive, he can glamour a license.” And so on, we talked until Ro announced that it was time. They performed the ritual for the contract, which resembled the one at our wedding but mostly one sided.

"I've said it before—our family has nothing to do with you. That was true then, and it's even more true now. Oh, and the moving service cost a hundred bucks. Make sure you pay me back." Her glare could've melted steel. I could feel the pure hatred radiating off her. This was the moment in my past life when everything spiraled. When I refused to let Drick move in, he'd snapped, stabbing me repeatedly with a knife. I didn't survive long enough for the ambulance to arrive. But this time, the script was mine. When Drick grabbed the knife on the table and lunged at me, I sidestepped. The blade sliced into Wanda's arm instead.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure your treatment bills are paid. You're going to live a nice, long life." Jonah tried to say something, but I never gave him the chance. The investigation barely needed investigating, and his confession was all over the livestream. In the end, they concluded that he'd bought drugs online, added them to Sephine's and Callum's drinks, and butchered them while they were passed out. Sephine survived the surgery, but they took her uterus and part of her gut to save her. A month later, they wheeled her out of the hospital, only to see the cops waiting at the door.

Chairwoman interrupted eagerly, “However?” The Shaman leaned forward, her tone serious. “The problem is that sometimes, people actually do it. Do you remember the pregnant woman who died 25 years ago because of Chairman Smith?” Confusion flashed across Chairwoman’s face, and I felt the tension rise as she swallowed hard, bracing for what was coming. “The woman died because she couldn’t repay the money she borrowed. She passed away with her baby still in her womb, just weeks away from giving birth,” the Shaman explained, pausing briefly. “After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.”