A Prayer For Owen Meany Book Review の小説・ストーリー

Theodore might be willing to play the long game, but I had never had much patience for people wasting my time. "The announcement will be made soon." With that, Owen stood, adjusting his jacket. He was mad, but the smirk on his face was just smug enough to confirm I was right. Without so much as a backward glance, he strode away from our table. I considered what to say. Nothing in me wanted him to have the last word. "You know, Theo'," I said, just loud enough to be overheard. "I look forward and wonder…" "About?" I smiled. "How lucky the people of Midnight are to have you and all your magnanimous compassion."

Every single one of them looked at me and shook their head. "Your mate doesn't have much time left. Cherish what you have." Owen never let me see him fall apart. In front of me, he always wore that calm, unbothered expression, as if everything would be fine. But the bruises under his eyes and the hollowness in his face told the truth. On those quiet nights, I could hear him praying. Desperate. Earnest. Begging anyone who would listen. Then one day, he came back with news I never expected.

Ryder/Reign Owen sits lazily across from me in the living room couch, his leg bouncing like he owns the damn place even though he knows he doesn’t. The maid pours a glass of whiskey beside him, and he doesn’t even look up, just grabs it and swirls it like he’s thinking deep thoughts. He never is. He takes a sip and gives me that look he always gives right before he dumps whatever crap he’s been holding in. “Your place still smells like you,” he mutters, stretching his arms behind his head like he’s about to fall asleep.

What's surprising to me really, is that Owen actually showed up to help me pack. I don't understand this man. Most of the time, he acts like he’s a scientist and I’m a specimen he needs to study under a microscope. Other times, he treats me like a plague he’s forced to tolerate for the sake of some game. But as long as he’s literally helping me pry my life back from his nephew’s cold, greedy fingers, I don’t mind the mood swings. Owen doesn't answer right away. He just nods, his eyes roving over the bookshelf, the mismatched cushions, and the thrifted floor lamp. "I like your choice of design, though. It’s... homely. It feels like someone actually lives here."

His fingers fondled as his cellphone buzzed, a reply from him, “Open the door!” ‘What!’ he jumped, throwing his mobile aside at the corner of his bed, and went straight to the door. He looked from the small gap in the door, it precisely was him outside which made him jump in excitement. His hands trembled as he turned the four knobs. With a shy smile, he opened the four, which turned into a broad smile. Owen stood there with a box of fried chicken in his hand and a book in the other hand. He greeted with a gentle smile on his indifferent face, “Evening, Ryan! Hope I haven’t disturbed you, do I?”

Oh fu*ck! After waiting for an hour, and my day went unproductive, the paperback finally come. They sent me a several copy of the book. Are kidding me? They print it perfectly with an interesting cover. This makes my irritation flared up even worse. Tsk! "Call Mr. Owen.” My assistant immediately took an action. She handed me the phone and Mr. Owen is on the line. This past month he often accepted my calls. He never rejects it, but he set aside and never call me back. I need to send my men to scare him and received my audience. And now… He is being nice. Why? It is obvious, he is pleased with the manuscript that I don’t own. I steal it and it is my pride that hurt badly.

For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. I think it's gentlemanly—and appropriate for me to WARN you all, too, that this book contains strong words, and gory contents, which like every other part of this book, will be written in a detailed form. Hence, this book will be inappropriate for children, and tweens, and juvenile teens. I wish you a great reading experience as you dive with me into this book! 😃 Enjoy...

"Ocean?" "What?" Owen stopped and stared out the window at the churning water. "No! I'm not going to kill him. I'm throwing it in the closet for the higher paid people, let them sort it out.” He trailed off, thinking. How many corpses are there now? Shaking his head, he continued to drag the wolf. “I swear it's getting like Sweeney Todd in here.” Owen dragged the dead weight off the bookshelves and out of the room. It was well after noon, but the bar was empty. Complete silence. Where did everyone go? And then I felt it. I attributed the pressure in my head to being hit on the floor several times, but that only explained most of it.

It felt like he was caressing her slowly along her spine every time he spoke near her. “Regina.” She could feel the hair on her neck rise as Owen hunkered down beside her to hand over the book he was reading. “It’s your turn to read the chapter,” He said with a sly smile appearing on his face. She had been listening to Owen read aloud the story of two lovers as they flirted with each other, reminding her how they used to be. Regina frowned at Owen questioningly. He seldom handed her the books they read because he wanted to have an excuse to stay with his mother, but as she skimmed the new chapter, she realized Owen wanted her to read the sex scenes out loud.

For a split second, something shifted in Ruby's mind. The one book that might hold the answers to her entire life was gone. All this time, it had sat in the Knight Library, untouched, gathering dust, unnoticed by everyone else. No one had ever cared enough to look twice. It hadn't mattered to anyone but her. That was when it hit her. There was only one person in the entire company who could take a book from the library. On the top floor, Owen frowned as he flipped through the thick book in his hands. He had a basic understanding of the subject, courtesy of his grandmother's illness, but yet the subject matter was dense, impenetrable. Even he couldn't help but wonder why Ruby was reading it.