Minecraft Aphmau Diaries Novels & Stories

She ignored the closing hole and walked on, chanting the spell to keep the fire on her palms lit. In a matter of minutes, Maika had surveyed the whole surrounding but she couldn’t still find anything. “Is this the truth you wanted me to know!” Maika cried. “You selfish, conceited witch! To trap and kill your only daughter?” As if in response to her questions, a blinding light illuminated the room and Maika looked around. There was a bed in the center of the room and there was a book on the bed. Maika walked up to the bed and took the book. It was a diary, and from the brown and rumpled pages, she could tell that it was very old.

She knew she should be nervous, but all she had in mind was a disappointment as every imaginary butterfly left with all the excitement she was feeling previously. It wasn't a book. It was only disguised as a book. There were no pages. The smell was not of old paper. Right in front of her is a locked secret compartment. Sierra didn't have to open it to know what was inside, but with the pin on her hair, she still tried. The sweet dreams, the hope, all her plans. Everything starts to leave one by one as she holds saw the gun that was kept inside.

Ran back down the path I came from. They would kill me if they find out. That’s what always happened in books and movies. I ran past Amy, ran past Antonio. I ran till I get to my room. The two bodyguards were standing outside my door. They said no word to me as I pushed past them locking my door, but I saw the look they gave me. They were mocking me. Silly eighteen year old mafia heiress thought she belonged with them. They lived in a different world than I was used to.

I whispered. Meg nodded. The walls were empty. There wasn't a single picture in sight. Minutes turned into hours, and frustration threatened to consume us. Just as the doubt began to seep into the room, Meg's eyes landed on a small diary hidden beneath a stack of papers in a box. Her fingers, now trembling slightly, reached out and delicately retrieved it. "I think this is it," Meg whispered, her voice barely audible. "Come look at this." On the cover were the initials A.M. written in block letters. A.M. Alec McCain.

It was filled with wolf laws, training with Malachi, stories about Karani, my mother. I took out a more recent diary and started reading it, it was about magic and cutting out my liver. I closed the book abruptly. I let someone cut out a piece of my liver. This was too weird. I should read them all, get to know me but it felt like reading someone else’s private words. I closed the drawer and put the key back under the desk.

Mia's POV The darkness that consumed me in my coma wasn’t empty. It was vivid, filled with strange sensations and a voice I couldn’t place. I was running through a forest, the trees towering high above, their branches forming a canopy that filtered the moonlight into soft streaks. I felt powerful, fast, like I was more than just myself. Then, from the shadows, a wolf emerged—huge, majestic, its fur as white as freshly fallen snow. Its piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and I froze.

Maybe because the blood on Myra was much more stronger than the blood she smell from Myard, that her nose just won’t get along with her anymore as it twitches on its own, itching and getting clogged up until it affects her mind. But Amorfia still had the basic decency that by having to move in and live here, she must get along with everyone, and not let anyone know the identity she had. So, even though she planned to isolate Myra and does not want to answer at all, she just harrumphed, and stated her response once again, in a cold tone. “I said.. Isn’t that what humans do when they have too many files open in their brain? They just close some and keep one?” another harrumphed was heard.

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

😴 Meanwhile— In her room, Sonia Sinclair clutched Daniel’s picture tightly to her chest, crying uncontrollably. “It hurts so much…” “Why does it hurt like this…” She pressed her hand against her heart, trembling. “Why… God… why…” Eventually, she cried herself to sleep. Elsewhere… At the grand Sahani Villa— Inside a luxurious room filled with priceless antiques— Arth stood on the balcony, shirtless, staring at the moon. A faint smile curved his lips. “Very soon… we’ll meet again.” A pause. Then softly— “Doll…” ❤️

When Sipho complained about the smoke, Amahle responded with a smile and said , "This will protect you." Amahle explained, "When someone dies, some doors will open for them. We must keep out what may enter." But something had already made its entrance. The first indicator of something amiss was when Sipho turned ten years old. He awoke one morning with scratch-like markings on his back, soft , bleeding scratches along his spine, as if someone had clawed him. Amahle gazed at these markings longer than necessary , and it was impossible to determine what her facial expression meant.