Minecraft Aphmau Diaries Novels & Stories

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

He turned the page He turned the page < i remember when we fought the amphibious and we lost , it was us who began this war the amphibious is a peaceful race, the last thing i remember from that war that the masked man were there and he declare the war> He turned the page Another page < i cannot remember what i did before the war, we were an adventure group we visited many place but i can't remember, i asked the others and they said the same that we traveled together to many places but no one remember where > A blanc page with a little sketch on the bottom is a sad face with one eye the other one is bleeding . The next page is a drawing of the moon but he was red like the blood. The next pag

She was paralyzed by the conflicting emotions coursing through her – shock, fear, disbelief. "Ameera," Haider's voice was soft, a stark contrast to the world she had just glimpsed. Ameera's eyes remained fixed on the wall, on the faces that stared back at her. Faces that had been silenced by the Black Mafia. She felt her legs move almost on their own, carrying her towards the wall as if drawn by an unseen force. Her voice trembled as she finally spoke, her words a whisper. "You're... you're the Black Mafia?"

Macro asked him, since he also curious about those wariness in her for her kidnapper, "Oh by the way what is going on between you and that girl named Amelia. She seemed very concerned when she saw you unconscious last night when I visited your mansion...." I smiled, walked towards my cabin, sat on my luxurious chair, as I spoke in a playful manner, "Nothing we are just playing a game, Oops. I am playing a game..." Confused, Macro again confronted, "What are you trying to imply?" I threw a diary at him, he opened it and his eyes went wide after reading it, " Is this her diary?" I smiled before humming at his curios question, "That girl seemed really interesting, You know when I fast meet him

I'm so nervous as I pull it open, that it takes a lot of will power not to pass out. The moment, I unwrap the box my voice gets trapped in my throat for a second. My brain freezes, and then it all happens in slow motion. The scream leaves my throat before I can stop it. Staggering back, I fall limply to the floor, my eyes not leaving the box which now lay on its side. Spilling out its hideous contents, Mira gasps, looking away immediately. But I can't, I'm unable to look away from it. Especially the bloody words engraved on it. 'I'll make sure your friend loses a finger more next time'

Malachi explained. “I know, he scared the hell out of me. So, in the meantime we just wait?” James asked. “We’ll talk tomorrow night with the pack here. If you want to understand what he’s going through, Montgomery’s lupiary is in my second drawer. Start reading at page one hundred and seventy-nine.” Malachi stood up from the counter and looked at James. “I’m going to sleep, I’ve been up since yesterday morning.” James went to Malachi’s study and opened the second drawer. He took out the journal with the worn leather cover. He opened it and flipped the pages until he got to page one hundred and seventy-nine.

smile—I got comfy in bed like the elegant but paranoid queen I now was… And read. Lady Abby MacMayer’s diary? It was a slow-burn drama, a horror story, and a pity party all rolled into one.

My eyes instantly went to his drawer—where he kept his diary and notepads. I stepped closer and pulled out the first notepad my fingers brushed against. I half-expected his usual poems. Instead, my eyes landed on strange scribblings. Drawings. “Ma…killah?” I whispered, trying to read the strange language. It didn’t make sense. I dropped the notepad and picked up his diary. But just like the notepad, it was filled with even stranger things. “Makillah… kweyah sangisa bango—”

she laughed, and I chuckled. The girls were funny, and even Arman was nice when he was not pissed. Adam patted my shoulder, and he sighed. “She stole a diary...” he mumbled, and my back stiffened. “You need to read it alone... it has magic in it, and it will wake up your vampire side, the one that they fought to keep dormant.” He said, and I looked at him appalled. “How do you know?” I mumbled. “I´ve got a power or two,” he winked, and I nodded.

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.