Aloof Woman の小説・ストーリー

It wasn’t pretty. Alfredo shifted his attention to Aurora, and I immediately tensed. “And this,” he said, stepping closer to her with that damn predatory smile that was nothing more than disgusting, “must be your lovely wife, Aurora.” I moved closer to her, but before I could say anything, Alfredo continued, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. “Stunning, really. But beautiful like that... it’s dangerous, don’t you think? She looks so fragile, so easily... shattered. Something you’ll have to protect. Do you love her?” His voice was teasing now which made my blood boil.

I was planning to ignore her, but it's better for me to tell a drunk stranger my worries because I don't even have anyone to listen to me rant or whine. "Let me down will you? You walk too slow" she suddenly says irritated as she plops down from my back. “Thank you pretty girl for not ignoring my drunk ass. My name is Aurora” the woman says, giving me a bright smile as she lifts and readjusts her boobs up. The moon seems to have gotten brighter and I caught a glimpse of Aurora's long dress and the silly gloves that she's wearing , everything about her looks ethereal and beautiful but what I detest is the odour of liquor that seeps strongly from her...

A man and a woman? No way am I letting Alora get paired up with another man!

Smart choice because I will just make sure that they regret it The pack members are all dressed up, but no one looks happy. This doesn't feel like a celebration of love. It feels wrong. The Aloha Leo I know is a pervert with a history of marrying girls decades older than him. Did Alora settle for him or like other situations… the marriage… is forced A low growl escapes from my mouth. What the hell is all of this!? I disguise myself and follow through. I walk a bit until I see the notorious Agatha- Alora's mother- addressing the crowd with a big smile on her face

I'm going back to my table. She turns her back, but Saphira calls her back without even knowing why… perhaps because she feels the biggest loneliness ever. - Hang on, please. The woman turns around again. - Sit down with me. The woman smiles and goes to get the coffee she was drinking. The waitress who came to bring her dinner is confused, and she says: - I'm going to have dinner here with my friend. Sorry for dirtying the table. The young Afghan woman shakes her head and smiles.

The more powerful someone became, the better they were at crushing those they considered insignificant. "So, you've arrived," Alfred laughed. His eyes quickly scanned the figure that halted not far from his seated position. A fair-skinned woman with a resolute face. But in Alfred's eyes, she appeared different. Whether he was overly tired or intoxicated, his gaze on the woman suddenly locked.

If she somehow said something not quite common at this place, she will be deemed as an outsider, and burned in front of public eyes. "..." The woman does not care that she was being ignored, she just wrote something from her log book as her golden eyes occasionally scanned Amorfia body. Amorfia, feeling uncomfortably from the gaze that seemed to want to bore a hole into her soul, shifted uncomfortably, turning her back to face the wall instead. "Ahem." a man cough was heard, as Amorfia ears perked up, once again turning his back to look over at the door. Seeing that it was the man that helped her, her eyes instantly shifted into something that says she just saw her savior. Her face lightened

Aurora stumbled forward and nearly fell into a display of expensive handbags. "Watch where you're going!" a sharp female voice said. Aurora turned around and saw a woman in her thirties wearing designer clothes and dripping with jewelry. The woman was beautiful but had a cruel expression on her face. "You pushed me," Aurora said calmly. "You should apologize." The woman laughed. "Apologize? Do you know who I am? I don't apologize to people like you." Aurora felt anger rising. "People like me?" "Yes," the woman said, looking Aurora up and down with disgust. "You're clearly not from high society. Look at your simple clothes and cheap jewelry."

"She must've been in this line too long and lost her vigor. That's why she's using another way to seduce men." "Don't you think she looks familiar? She resembles the youngest dean in Danube City, doesn't she?" "And that woman. Is she from the White family, the one known as the most popular lady in Youngville? She always participates in charity activities." … Victoria listened to the crowd's remarks as she stared at Yvette. The latter could barely hide her smugness after getting even with Victoria. Victoria said calmly, "Your man? Yvette White, let me teach you a lesson today, so you'll stop pining for someone else's man."

I couldn't deal with anything more right now- especially the rath of Leonardo Loren. "You should talk to him," a kind voice said from beside me. I looked to my left to see an elderly woman sat alone with a little handbag on her knee. Her silver hair was in a cute bun with loose strands framing her face, that's wrinkles and lines only added to her friendly demeanour. She wore a baby pink cardigan and a long floral skirt. Beside her was a walking stick. I looked at her confused as I wiped my teary, puffy eyes.