After Franchise の小説・ストーリー

I silently followed Izak back the way Eskal had brought me and to the infirmary. “You know,” Izack said as he walked me back to the common room, “Lucas may not say it, but we’re all very grateful that you saved his life. It took nearly seventy years for the pact to be as stable as it is now. Everything’d fall back into chaos and infighting if he died now.” I gave a noncommittal hum in response as he continued. “I’m sure you’ve noticed, but we aren’t exactly like other packs, with us living beside the bloodsuckers and all.”

"Did you ask the Lord for help?" "That's another one of my sins, Father." I looked up. "I forgot about Him and paid more attention to the future. I need to rebuild our company. We left the country to avoid scandal. We changed our lives there; we met our band in America. I was able to save money to rebuild. of new business.”

As far as I know, he's been in Formula 1 for the last year or so. "He's still so beautiful and magnificent," Troy says to himself, dazed while admiring Jay and his skill. Yeah...and I'm the gay one. I take the remote from Bell and switch off the TV before he can obsess over Jay any longer. It's disturbing but I kind of get it. Honestly, I can't believe I even knew Jay for a while. Ever since he and Aqueela split, he's been hitting the big leagues. Those ranks are sky-high. "I'm sorry," Troy changes the subject with a not so subtle clearing of the throat, "but are we all really going to ignore the literal elephant in the room?"

"Because they are the product of the fraud. If I leave the product intact, the lie survives. I’m here to cancel the show. Every franchise ends, Leo. Some just end with a whimper in the dark." He moved forward, his movements fluid and unstoppable, completely indifferent to the Legend's muffled screams as the matte black tape sealed the final chapter of the Hollywood icon's public life. The wind from the canyon rushed through the shattered glass, carrying away the last echoes of the hero's voice, leaving only the steady, mechanical static of the world outside.

But because I didn't want her picking for me, the last time she picked for me, things didn't end well. And the scar of her absence still burns my heart, but I never told her. My mother assumed I was all healed up but I was far from that. “I don't care how long you've had that up with that lady, but you have to divorce her!” My mother demanded. My brows pulled together into a slight frown, my hands clicking the ball pen in my hand. “I can't do that mother.” In all honesty, I really couldn't. Part of the clause in the contract was that neither of us could end the contract abruptly except both parties came to a mutual agreement.

To make amends, Dad retired early and handed full control of Harlow Corporation over to me. Six months later, my wedding to Drake took place as scheduled. It was the wedding of the century, talked about across the entire city. There was no dramatic objection, no vicious antagonists—only endless blessings and flowers. We spent our wedding night at a private beachside villa. Drake wrapped his arm around me, his fingers gently playing with my hair. He spoke in a lazy voice. "Honey, do you think those pop-up messages will ever come back?" I took his hand and kissed it gently.

And now— That version of the night felt like something else entirely. A constructed reality. A carefully placed lie. Ava pressed her fingers lightly against her temples. This was how it started, wasn’t it? Not with a dramatic revelation. Not with a single moment of truth. But with small fractures. Tiny inconsistencies. Little pieces that didn’t quite fit until suddenly— They did. And when they did— Everything changed. Her phone buzzed again. Ava froze. For a moment, she didn’t move. Didn’t reach for it. Didn’t breathe.

Danica POV Lucas never left my side. Not even when I got up to get another drink or even when I went to use the convenient luxury port-a-potty one of the rich kids order so they wouldn’t have pee on a bush somewhere. We finally opted out of laying in silence and began talking about college. I knew his future plans because of the project. But still, it was the only topic that didn’t cause us to rehash sore subjects. My past and our past alike.

There was a bonus too. Oh my god I didn't planned this at all. *************