Anyway I Started Blasting 소설 & 이야기

I found myself blinking rapidly like my entire system was going through a poisonous glitch. “Alright…Look at you go all glitch robotic mode. If you didn’t want people to find out, why don’t you try being a little bit more subtle? Like me…” He pats my shoulder in the bro way, massaging it in for a bit before letting me go with a sigh. “You are not denying it. That is the part that’s getting me right now.” “That’s because I am shocked—like what the fuck…” I was happy to have my tongue finally kick-starting into action again. Right when I needed it.

BLAZE I withdrew, grabbing his legs and lifting them up onto my shoulders. His eyes widened even further, his mouth opening to ask something, but I didn’t give him the time to do it. With a single brutal push, I entered him fully, and his question was lost in a scream. “Blaze—!”

I grabbed my phone, connected it to the Bluetooth, and scrolled through my playlist. A song started playing. Loud. I gripped the wheel, forcing my voice to be steady as I sang along, my lips moving on instinct. But then… My vision blurred. A hot tear slid down my cheek. I blinked rapidly, but it didn’t stop. The tears kept coming. I gritted my teeth, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. “Fucking hell,” I muttered, wiping my face harshly. But the more I wiped, the more the tears fell.

"Let's see how you plan to bother my husband now! You're dressed like a beggar, for heaven's sake! How dare you still dream of seducing a man? You'd be better off picking up trash instead!" I bent down and retrieved my phone. My attire was neat and professional, perfectly suited to my role as a teacher. Yet despite that, Christina looked down on me, not a trace of respect in her eyes. Fortunately, my phone wasn't broken. Without missing a beat, I called my husband, Preston Chamberlain, who was away on a business trip. "Honey, if you don't get here soon, our family name might have to change to Street." The word "honey" seemed to cut through Christina like a blade. Without warning, she swung h

any way he could…starting with my throat. Damn bastard. I lost. I truly lost the ninth trial. -

I saw nothing but absolute faith in my leadership as I noticed their youthful, eager faces. "Blade Vanguard has assembled and is awaiting your command, Commander Linwood!" I looked at them, noting similarities to my own early career profile. I smiled faintly—not the fake kind, either. "Move out!" I could see the sunlight streaming through the windows, illuminating my new rank and making the insignia sparkle. It felt as though my life was truly starting over for the first time.

I looked myself in the eyes and took a deep breath while I loaded my toothbrush up with toothpaste. All we were doing was going to talk to the guy. Hear what he wants. If he wanted me dead he’d have killed me already I said to myself as I furiously brushed my teeth. My pep talk to myself worked and the knot in my stomach seemed smaller than it was. I took another shaky breath and grabbed my phone before leaving to meet my fate at the pack house.

His persistence was like a relentless tide, eroding the last vestiges of my patience. “Can you get the fuck out of my way! What the fuck is your problem?! Huh?!” I flared, my voice erupting from me like a volcanic explosion. I screamed at the top of my lungs, the sound echoing through the vast, empty space. The raw intensity of my emotions shattered the fragile silence, leaving a stunned stillness in its wake. My outburst was a desperate plea for release, a cry for help that I knew would go unanswered.