Aku Akan Hidup Sebagai Penjahat の小説・ストーリー

Akira's POV Fake smiles mold my face while I look for a way for him to fall within my claws. My plans are straight, taking him down wouldn't be a problem, because everything will happen all of a sudden. I know he won't be prepared for the next turn. This is a mission I must do, to make the Alpha proud and to restore my name among my pack mates. I am seen as a thief and murderer. I am being despised and I want all that to change just with this mission. If I don't plan my things right, it will be a great problem and I may forever regret it.

Looking at those working away in the yard, she asked, "Why don't we have to do that kind of work?" "Do you want to?" Raeleigh did not answer. Austin's lackey immediately chimed in, "Those who can't play games are those who need to do all the hard work; they can't compare with us." Raeleigh looked at the person who had spoken and inquired, "Are you gonna stay here for the rest of your life?" "More or less. We're all death criminals; we're only alive because we can afford to pay. Even if we're released, we have no chance for a turnover."

But try as I might, I cannot bring myself to give them a death sentence. They are the reason I came into this world, and I believe that I owe them this much. I raise both hands and pull out of Helios’ embrace. “Helios, can we have them exiled instead?” I ask, looking into his eyes, “Let them live out their remaining lives as rogues. That in itself is bad enough.” And is the truth. Rogues are the scorn of our kind and once you turn rogue, there will be no going back. It is a lifetime of hardship, poverty and destitution.

It was bullshit. "Do you think I didn't see you earlier today? Even if that was your true form, it did not scare me away." I kept my voice low and even as I stared into his eyes, wanting to get the point across. He needed to know that I was serious. "I know things are casual between us, but just know that I don't have a problem with who you are. Everyone has done dark shit in their life. You just happen to have a job that requires it. It is no different from me getting involved with someone in a gang, or a mafia, or any crime circle."

He was always being hunted, which led him to disguise himself as a beggar. "Aren't you afraid you might get dragged into my problems?" "What do you mean?" "I killed a bad person with my own two hands and was branded a murderer. You’ll all be dragged into this by associating with me."

So thrilling, yet so boring. Oh, I forgot to mention I hate those thieves who stolen my story like? What the hell? I put all my efforts into flesh and blood, then those thieves will just steal and sell everything off. I swear, I’m cursing them to be reborn as engkanto or aswang in their next life—or even worse, as dwarfs who feast on nothing but filth. Let their next existence be a miserable one, doomed to eat their own rotten karma. How kind of me to think about this. A sharp knock snapped me back to reality, pulling me from my vivid curses aimed at those damn thieves.

Sоmеhоw, wе’vе bееn рullеd іntо the web of a mаѕtеr сrіmіnаl. Mу desire fоr juѕtісе fіrеѕ up, rеіgnіtіng thе rаgе. I nееd to be smart. If I рrеtеnd I dоn’t knоw аnуthіng, thеrе’ѕ still a chance I’ll be аllоwеd tо live.

Me, who just wanted my family, my home. But when police finally arrived, their blue and red lights flashing in my eyes, I sat on the floor, the shotgun still in my small hands, and decided yeah, murderer isn’t so bad. Better a murderer, after all, than a bitch.

"From people like me." Her lips trembled slightly. "Are you...are you like the people who.." "No." I said instantly, my voice hard. "I'm not like them. I don't hurt innocent people." "But you deal with the people who do." she said, her voice growing colder "You think that makes you better?" "I think it makes me worse." I said simply. "I'm doing what I have to do to survive." "Tell me you're not part of the mafia." I was loosing her. "I'm not. I might live in a shitty world, but I am ot part of the mafia."

he said, “But as someone who knows nothing about you. I think you are a heartless piece of a scam bag!” “So should I just admit that this is a life I was born to live? That nothing good will ever happen to me? To my life?” “You didn’t choose it, you were born to live it!” “But I want to be something in life.” I said, “Why can`t I be like those few people who made it in life?” “You can be whatever you want.” He said, “Being a criminal is not a full time job, it is just a forever job. You should be knowing that.”