Preshi Pandoraの小説

Chapter Four "Yes. Yes. That's absolutely right." Jules is pleasantly surprised.Jasper Grant's stare is unwavering, just clinical and unreadable. The man's feline almond eyes piercing through mine, have no trace of known ground—it's all uncharted territory. If it could all go down now, I can't afford any stumble. It all has to end on my terms. "You know, mademoiselle Michelle, for all his gracelessness, Jasper has quite the sharp mind. Well versed in history and the humanities. It might interest you to know that he once had a brilliant career as a lawyer. He rather got his mother's brains," Jules blurts, chuckling. There's no stopping him, when he breaks into his unending flight of thoughts. Apparently irritated at being the subject of discussion, Jasper Grant looks away to the incoming waiters with trays of food. On seeing the food trays, Jules gives a jubilatory clap."Isn't that lovel—" The left lens of Jules's glasses explodes, his head snaps back and blood spurts from his lef

Chapter ThreeThose grey, depthless eyes relentlessly try to drag you deep into his dark abyss. Until he paralyzes your mind, until he leaves you defenseless in his mercies, then he's satisfied. He is a perfect replica of his bloodthirsty father, Mark Grant. Why don't I end all of this right now? Kill two snakes with one stone.Taking down both Grants at once would be better than I have ever dreamed. There are three guards in the room still standing over Jonathan Crocker. If I can pull my pistol fast enough, Barth and Jasper should be dead before the men can shoot me down. And my first bullet would go right between Ice Grant's grey worthless eyes. "Oh, come on. Don't be shy, I don't bite. Tell me your name," Barth says, beginning a coaxing smile but Jasper Grant snatches my hand and pulls me away from him."Michelle answers ONLY to me. You've crossed enough lines, Barth. Bully, you got your hands on this piece of garbage first, but you have no other business here. Take your men out o

Chapter TwoMorello beckons for us to continue towards the Del Pey Mansion. After we walk for some time, he breaks the silence."It's your dream as much as it is mine to see the Grants dead, Arturia, every last one of them. When I lost my Mama to brain cancer, Paul was there. He stuck around. He became the only person I had in the world that I could call family. Of course, till you came along, my dear Arturia." All the playful air of the race has disappeared from Morello's manner. "Father had trained the hardest I'd ever seen him train that summer. He was in godly physical form. He was so sure about it. He even made us a promise that he would bring it home. That he would bring us gold in the Olympics. But they snatched it all away from him. They took him away from us. Mark Grant, he—" I stop talking. If I speak any longer, I wouldn't be able to continue in the matter-of-fact tone I hoped to tell the story with.Morello nods to the words I do not say."Paul's blood must be avenged. An

Chapter One Jasper Grant does a poor job at concealing his expression, or perhaps, he makes no effort to. He stares quite obviously from his large, empty and shiny desk. His eyes follow every contour of my skirt, rising till they come to rest on the neck of my blouse where two buttons are open, and the third barely holds the full bust together. Jasper Grant finally meets my eyes, his bright almond slits, no different from a panther's."Who are you?" he asks in a low growl."Michela Cruz." He makes no response and glares quietly, leaning on his elbows. His knitted eyebrows and broad, bulky shoulders only accentuate his already predatory air. I had known these very eyes when they were a lanky 15-year-old's, though now they belong to a dangerously gorgeous panther of a man. So unless they are jetting out flaming bullets, I will comfortably return the stare. It is a full minute, I'm sure, before he finally leans back in his seat and speaks. "What was that?" "Miche—" "What are you d