《Broken- Teen Wolf FF》t h r e e
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Scott's POV
It's only been a few months since Stiles disappeared, but it feels like it's been years. The pack is slowly falling apart because we keep failing at our attacks, and no one seems happy anymore. Malia left with Peter to search for her mother. Kira came back from New York, but I told her I couldn't do a relationship right now. I'm missing a part of me; I'm missing my brother.
//Flashback//
We brought everything inside in silence, still in shock after what happened. We just wanted to protect him, and we planned on breaking it to him a lot easier than the way he heard it. I should've known that he was going to overhear, but it looked like he was going to be a while just thinking to himself in the Jeep.
A few hours later, it was only me, Derek, Lydia, and Malia remaining. A violent knock was heard, and Derek cautiously approached the door with his claws out. He slides the door open carefully only to reveal the sheriff. But something was off. He smelled of alcohol and deep sadness.
"Sheriff? What's wrong?" Lydia asked, seeming genuinely concerned.
He look up and raised his shaking hand to point at us. "You. You did this. You made me lose my son." He said, his voice full of rage.
//Flashback Over//
Of course we felt the guilt that came with the information in the letter to the sheriff. What may have hurt more is that none of us were mentioned. He only stated that we kicked him out, and all we could do is bow our heads in shame. Even Derek is starting to feel the loss, even though he would never admit it.
My mom was probably just as furious as Mr. Stilinski, saying that the pack wouldn't survive without its anchor.
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But after a while, the pain was gone, and it was replaced by more anger and annoyance. Stiles wouldn't even let us explain ourselves; he just threw a tantrum and left. He turned half of the town against us, with the sheriff saying that he left because of bullying from us. All of this could have been avoided if he wasn't so childish.
Besides, Mason can come up with some pretty decent plans, so what do we need Stiles for anyway? Mason stays out of trouble and does what he's told, unlike Stiles, who just caused worry throughout the pack. Maybe we're better off without him...
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Real Real Life
Jamie was having a bad day, until he was crushed to death by a beer delivery truck and things became a whole lot worse. Thrown back into the 'Real World', but now with access to his own stats and those of others Jamie must undertake a series of quests in order to level up and advance, and figure out just what in the name of all that is unholy is going on. Which is the real world? Is he in a game? A simulation? And who actually is his online friend Barry. Inspired greatly by the MUDs of the 90s, many of the aspects will be familiar to those who experienced the joys of text adventures, MUSHs, MURPEs, MUDs, modern MMORPGs or just some good old fashioned cybering with a 17/f/Cali who was anything but. This humorous, harem LitRPG story is the first story by experienced author Jamie Haremie under this pen name. Jamie has previously written horror and romance (sometimes together!) as well as tons and tons of riveting TPS reports. (Late 90s cultural reference? CHECK). Any and all comments and suggestions welcome!
8 230Thundering Godly Heavenly Sword Saint Asura Dragon Emperor Godking of Destruction Piercing the Seven Empyrean Heavens
In an eastern kingdom born and raised, chilling in a cave was where I spent most of my days.Chillin' out, Trainin', An Makin' pills all cool.And all killing some monsters that lived outside the hood.When a couple of guys who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood.I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're runnin' for your life with your auntie and uncle in despair."I begged and pleaded, with her day after day, but she had dad crush the life out of me and sent me on my way.She gave me a kiss, and nothing else.So I took a little walk on my own, and said: "I might well go fuck it!"First time yo, this is bad!Eating grass like a normalfag, Is this what the people of an Eastern Kingdom be livin' like? Hmm... This might be alright!Thanks for reading! In case you haven't noticed, the whole thing was a joke.
8 110Path
Ancients exist. Gods battle. Relics are treasured. Races with different innate abilities.A world where options aren't bound by fate or destiny. Everyone can twist their road of life as long as they have power.People who have special abilities are called [Anomaly] that can be said to practice the gods techniques and can forge a body alike to the gods.But what do you call someone with abilities that exceeds an [Anomaly] ?Behold the story of Draenol as a being that exceeds an [Anomaly].-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(I would highly appreciate it if you guys give me some reviews, even if it's not a constructive one or just something like a rant about how I write the story.)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I'll be doing chapters around 1k words each now because I think I've finished laying out the foundation of the story. However, if you guys think that it needs more dialogue, I'll be happy to input that. Although I say that, the following chapters that I'll be uploading will be more or less straight to the point to give a faster feeling for the plot. Don't worry though, I'm not going to abandon writing the intricate details, especially the ones that you guys need to know in order to have knowledge of the world that they're in, and the lore that I'm weaving.
8 65Yearning
When Shouta Aizawa lets his best friend convince him to go to a strip club with him (despite his better judgment) he might just have met the love of his life. And he might also have invited a lot of problems into his life.HEAVY TRIGGER WARNINGS. SMUT HEAVY. Read at your own risk. Dead Dove - Do Not Eat.
8 84The Agitator
The sentinels fight for the good and glory of god, but when things take a turn for the worst, it leaves one sentinel on a hopeless quest for revenge.
8 93Bear trap (statehumans CalTex)
(This book has nothing to do with furries, otherkins, or irl therianthropes. Both by their own definitions and my own, we have nothing to do with each other. Keep being your weird selves just don't pretend I'm a part of those groups because I wrote this book with animal/human hybrids in it. Any comments trying to talk about furries or otherkins will be deleted because it makes me physically uncomfortable. Therians are ok tho because it's basically the fancy way to say people who have spirit animals)There are two races in this world, humans and therianthropes, which are humans with animal qualities, that can shapeshift into their animal counterpart. The therianthropes, once divided by predator and prey, joined together in hiding after the humans began to hunt therianthropes for sport. California, a young grizzly bear therianthrope, was always curious to see the world beyond the forest he and his people lived within. Texas, a young farmhand, always wanted to catch a therianthrope, believing it would make him the hero of his village after violent massacres and thefts had been performed on it, supposedly by therianthropes.But when these two young men's paths collide, secrets, strange new feelings, and a magical adventure turns everything they thought they knew about the others race upside down.Warnings:- statehumans- countryhumans - the country and statehumans are all kinda just mixed together. There is no obvious separation between state and country, they're all just people - guns- and ships- hunting - idk, vegans?- gay stuff- not super gory, but people do get hurt - maybe death
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