Wilbur was tired of being a hero. He liked to believe that he was a good hero, but being a good hero wasn't enough. It was never enough. Always compared to his twin brother, the golden child of the Minecraft Hero Family. Wilbur lived in Techno's shadow. He hated it so much and he wasn't sure how much more he could tak...
- - - Cariño. Honey. That's what he called me. A nickname, some would say. The nickname came out of nowhere. On accident. Let me tell you how it all started - - - "And...um, can I have, uh, cariño?" The man scrunched up his nose then giggled. "You mean miel? Cariño is honey as a pet name." He smiled. "Nice try though...
Quackity just wanted a cup of coffee after his last place got caught in the crossover of a gang war. Why is the owner of his new favorite place surrounded by blood? Or: Wilbur is a chaotic evil coffee shop owner and Quackity is a very confused mafia boss who just wanted some coffee.
Die WindClan Schülerin Wüstenpfote träumt von einem Leben in Freiheit. Sie sehnt sich danach selbst ihre Entscheidungen zu treffen, endlich wirklich leben. Der einzige Ausweg scheint den WindClan zu verlassen, um der Unterdrückung, den Foltern und Qualen durch ihren Mentor und die Übrigen zu entkommen. Doch kann sie e...