Unknown Collectables Rdr2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The smell of rotting flesh and decaying blood filled my senses. I had even been stupid enough to return to my house. Though the building stood untouched, the bodies of my mother and father lay side by side, their hands intertwined as though they had been murdered together. I never found Lex's body, but then I never really looked for it either because a small part of me hoped that he had managed to get to safety; had managed to get Lara and their unborn pup to safety before it was too late. "You would be foolish to take my word as religion," Jackson chuckled and it was then that I realized I had actually found a friend. Not someone who wanted information nor someone who wanted to use me, I ha

Unfortunately many things had been rotten badly especially the eggs the salted eggs , dried foods and breads. Most of the rice had mold . Still ,they can be eaten after washing them repeatedly and cleanly . Better than nothing to eat . At the same time , they also collected almost a thousand crystals with different levels and colours but Adrian only take forty level four crystals, twenty five level five crystals and twenty five level six crystals . He also takes almost all the furnitures they can find in the furniture shops , few cars and few oil tank full with gasoline from the gas stations they've found in the town also hundred of children storybooks and novels from the bookshops , they ca

Cara adds. This is interesting. I wonder who found out I was following them. I never told anyone where I was going when I left. I just said that I was leaving to go after my dream. I honestly don’t care who told them. Maybe I can somehow get to Brady. He is the one I need. He is the one with the connections. I still need Jaidyn so I can get access to Brady. Jaidyn, Brady, Dru, and Aiden since they were young. I know Dru won’t give me the time of day. “Maybe I can get Trevor to notice me.” Tricia comments.

Not decorative. Intentional. Like a story carved into bone. He picked it up. Cold. Unexpectedly heavy. The second his fingers touched it he felt something strange. Not power. Memory. Like holding something that had belonged to a lot of people. For a very long time. Nero stared at it. Then shrugged. People were weird. Maybe rich collectors liked bones. When he emerged from the ruins the Rabid Saints were waiting. Drift immediately stood. "Finally." Nero tossed the object.

But what caught her attention most were the dark purple-black stones, scattered sparsely, yet present throughout. She stood there for a moment, then silently sent a mind link to Ezra. Ezra, who had been following her without a word, responded instantly. He donned his gloves, stepped into the stream, and began collecting the dark stones into a waterproof leather pouch. After gathering over twenty stones, he stopped at Lyra’s signal and returned to the bank. Raven approached, eyeing the pouch in Lyra’s hand. “What are you collecting those for?” he asked in a low voice, puzzled. “You think they’re connected to the disease?”

"That explains a lot." "Right? I also collect shiny things. Want to see my stash?" "Hard pass." "Your loss," he said dramatically. "I have some cool stuff. A random key I found on the ground, a very suspicious-looking rock, and—oh! A button from Terran’s jacket that fell off last month." I blinked. "Why… why do you even have that?" "I told you, I collect shiny things. It’s a hobby. Don’t judge me." I shook my head, turning toward the stairs. "I don’t want to lose any more brain cells, so I am heading to my room. Bye.”

The coin, the bullet, the masks were tools, tests, filters to find the ones who would survive long enough to be useful. The real collectors hadn’t even arrived yet. And when they did… they wouldn’t come with coins. They’d come with names. That night, a single envelope slid under their door. Inside was a piece of paper with three words written in neat, black ink. Raven, Elias, Matteo. And beneath the names COLLECT.

He pressed a palm to the cool glass and let the city blur for a moment. Behind him he heard Ronan’s quiet footsteps, the soft rustle of a duffel bag being unzipped, drawers opening and closing with efficient movements. Jax turned. Ronan was packing—methodical, practiced. Hoodies folded precisely. Jeans rolled tight. Base layers. A separate equipment bag already holding skates, stick tape, extra laces. Toothbrush and razor from the bathroom. A bottle of high-dose suppressants. Then a small matte-black case Jax didn’t recognize.

The guards stepped in the car and the driver started to drive out of the academia territory while the guard who was on the passenger seat looked at the front window, I glanced beside me and saw the prince getting inside, Rhyker pulled out his phone to text someone, suddenly I was feeling lonely. "Start talking." He said abruptly, making me move my legs. "What do you want me to talk about?" I looked at him, his side face always captivated my eyes. He was wearing the uniform, but then the emerald necklace that is supposed to be around his neck was on his forehead. His messy and brown hair was covering his forehead. It seems like my eyes are always drawn to him. "I love how you are staring at m

The last time, it didn’t go as well as I hoped. He looked at everyone and nodded before speaking. “It deals with the rogue’s attack last night.” He turned around and pulled something out of his pocket. “The rogue I fought dropped this before he disappeared. It looks gang-related,” Zack said, handing me the item. “Are you familiar with this insignia?” I examined it and focused on the werewolf insignia on one side. “No, but one of my guys found a matchbook from a place called Wormhole. It could be connected. Sounds familiar?”