Concealed - Jesse X Reader: Minecraft Story Mode

Concealed - Jesse X Reader: Minecraft Story Mode

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I know I'm not what people say I am. I know I'm different from other people. I know I lied to The Order and basically of Beacon Town. But, I'm practically broken from past experiences. I'm trying to fix myself from this shattered past that I've been through. I want to show people I'm not like they think I am. I know Jesse is only trying to help me. But I'm aware that the more he's around me, the more I'm putting him in danger. What if I make the wrong decision? Would life could grant me another chance? A/N: The chapters that have this: (EDITED) Are the well edited chapters. The rest may be crap, but will be edited soon {WARNING} This story will include: Fantasy and real violence Blood and mild gore Strong kissing scenes Death
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Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's. I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories. I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be. I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Ice" #3 in "Werecat" #18 in "Loss" #19 in "Neko"

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