Ambition Monster の小説・ストーリー

Camillle shouted . I sighed and shook my head. That woman loved hard and loud. Then came a flood of YouTube notifications : Mindful chaos uploaded: “This is why you always attract emotionally unavailable men.” GlowUp journal just posted: “How to heal when no one checks on you.” Very comforting, thanks. Then one caught my attention. JobMatch app, “Personal assistant to the CEO,Banderas Étoile, Madrid. Fluent English and Spanish required. Urgent opening!” I blinked. Then I blinked again

For before I arrived here, a part of me let myself into this mystical world that belongs to us, but it was only Alfred's mention of the diamonds that the other part, the one that wants to be praised and pampered by the Rockfellers, was amazed at the possibility of showing off to them a treasure as great as theirs, with the difference being that I would no longer leave with them, but would stay here with my people. However, still, yes, that is bad. Ambition also means wishing to have only to enter into a game of egos that dispute who rises higher than the sun or the moon in the sky. And I have sinned immensely. But if the guardians could forgive me, I would be reborn from this darkness that t

And as Amber pulled him deeper into the dark, her body warm and willing beneath him, he closed his eyes and let it happen. Not for pleasure. Not for revenge. But because monsters don’t get happy endings. They only get what they deserve.

“Men like me don’t survive by begging for help. We survive by becoming the monster they fear too much to touch.” Amira shook her head violently, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You can’t fight the whole world, Montez. You can’t fight Alessandro, Nathan, and Rhea all at once. They’re planning every move, setting every trap, and they won’t stop until you’re dead.” He released her shoulders, pacing across the room, his hand raking through his hair. “Good. Let them come. Let them think they can destroy me. I’ll burn their empire to ash before I let them touch what’s mine.”

After testing, my IQ came back at 200, twice the average. My mother was over the moon. She hired top tutors and swore she would raise me into someone extraordinary. Ophelia even gave me her favorite doll, saying she was proud to have a genius brother like me. The very next day, I threw up all over it. That was also when everything went wrong. I got hit with a sudden illness. My hands started spasming, and I couldn't even hold a pen anymore. The comments flooded the screen. [What the hell is wrong with him? That doll was their dad's keepsake. Ophelia wouldn't even touch it herself, and he just threw up on it?]

The day he locked me in his cage I promised him that I’d make him beg on his knees and at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. Antonio Ruthless. Monster. I am the monster nightmares are made of. The part of me that was human died a long time ago and now I live for vengeance and blood of my enemy. My name is enough to bring my enemies to their knees. I’m the real villain walking among the innocents. There’s nothing and no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her. And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries.

He had fallen for the trap of judging a book by its cover. If he had made a blunder early on, the company would have lost so much money. And it wouldn’t just stop there. ‘For him to have so many Grade 6 Monster Cores, he must be a man of many means. He could be a powerful Adventurer for all I know.’ If that were true, it implied this individual had the power to hunt down over 16,000 C-Tier Monsters. The fact that he had access to more meant his limits were currently beyond measure.

I notice everything. I always have. “I don’t do surprises,” she says flatly. “So stop dancing and talk.” “Fair enough.” I lean in, elbows on the table. No smile. Just fact. “You’ve built a monster. Ashen is a shark in open water—silent, sleek, lethal. You’ve got leverage no one understands, and more people on your payroll than the government.” “Still not hearing a point.” “My point is simple. You’ve come as far as you can alone.”

He remained silent, "Ambrose, I don't want to lead you on. I like Aynyra, I've been with Aynyra. She is the one I will return to when the battle is over. You will return here, to your beautiful home. It would never, ever work for us, no matter how you feel about me." Ambrose's suddenly stood, slamming his hands down on the table, "Aynyra only looks at you with anger! You haven't spent any time with her since you met me. Your friends aren't your real friends, you only met them recently! Two of them you were trying to kill and you successfully murdered both their parents! You are the reason your friend Kaia died. You are the reason your so-called friends are orphans. You are a killer, a murder

Waited. For perfect moment. For perfect revenge. For perfect destruction. The monster. Fully formed. Fully awake. Fully free. And no one. Absolutely no one. Safe anymore.