Aot Ugly Titan の小説・ストーリー

“Pff. That little intimidation act works on everyone else. You know better than to try it with me.” Titan steps partially from the darkness near the doorway, silver eyes reflecting strangely beneath the blue flames. Beautiful. In the same way, storms at sea are beautiful before they drown people. For a moment, neither male speaks. Then Titan’s gaze drifts toward Maxine. “I assume the journey was uneventful?” “No,” Dalton says. Then after a pause, “Aside from running into the High Alpha.” That gets Titan’s attention. Not out of fear but sheer annoyance and something close to suspicion. He swears under his breath.

Who knows the Titan CEO is unwilling to lose and will resort to underhanded tricks after discovering that Zenos, who is in charge of the technology company, also owns Hearts. The man is willing to eat a huge loss just to ‘hurt and bring’ Zenos' company down. Unfortunately, he was seeking trouble with the wrong person. Jude understood Zenos' short words. Someone from the underground is pulling underhanded tricks through the Titan company. Jude’s eyes narrowed, and his gaze on the laptop shifted. “Any plans for the underworld? You refused to join that time? Now?” Zenos’s fast typing didn’t stop. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he calmly replied, "Can't find a reason.”

Nat says "Shit Titan leave her alone." Rach says grinning at Titan as she notices the blush spread across my face getting everyone's attention. She must have noticed what he was doing when i tried to half assed shrug him off, he just looks at her and shakes his head with a look of warning in his deep chocolatey brown eyes and looks away. The others all start to giggle at them clearly now knowing where Titans hand is now, noone bothering to save me from the rediculously attractive, mysterious, brooding guys torture.

"Don't worry, Mr. President is too high and mighty to care about a second-hand product like you." "Nuts!" Jenna didn't want to pay attention to a villain like him, "Get out!" " Just tired of being played by Elon Mars, don't pretend to be noble." Paul unbuttoned his shirt as he glared at her! "It's impossible to cling to Mr. Adams, Why don't you follow me, I'm a senior executive of Titan with a salary of millions per year, you're lucky that I can fall in favor with you!"

"Ahh! I can't take it! I’m going, Bane!" "Sss… that grip is fucking insane!" The girl tensed up, unable to move anymore. Each Titan had his own style—Grimm was fierce and enduring, Vanguard was gentle, and Bane had incredible technique. Occasionally, he’d buck his hips, hammering up into her with a loud Thwack, thrusting so fast it was a blur, before burying it to the hilt and holding it there. "Sss… oh… magnificent. So fucking tight." The muscular giant pulled his massive rod out. A moment later, the thick, white nectar overflowed from her slit.

He launched forward like a cannonball, carrying with him a savage, brutal force. Faintly, a giant, shadowy black demonic ape flickered behind him. Attwell's punch came crashing in. It was direct, with no fancy tricks. Gideon let out a roar. The core of his Solar Titan Physique trembled, all of his power pouring into his fist as he clashed head-on with Attwell. Both their bodies popped, their bones rattling as they were blasted backward. Attwell laughed. "Now that's satisfying! No wonder they call it the Solar Titan Physique. It has such a raw, powerful force.

Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village." He tried to lift the blanket to look at me, yet I gripped it tightly. "Please—don't look at me!" Kevin had no choice but to wrap me and the blanket together in his arms. Even when I was living with the poor Larsons, I was well taken care of, with smooth, soft skin. But how could this emaciated woman with hollow eyes staring back at me now possibly be me? "Who said you're ugly? My lovely Cindy is the prettiest woman in the world!"

“I don’t know what happened between you two, and I’m not asking. But Elara… If this partnership with Crane puts you in discomfort, then it’s off the table.” She looked at him sharply. “Julian, you can’t. This deal...” “I can,” he said firmly. “And I will. I don’t give a damn if Crane writes a check the size of the Atlantic. I won’t align Cross Atelier with men who talk to you like that, who look at you like they still have some claim over your body, your worth, your story.” Her lips parted slightly. “But your brand...” “I built Cross Atelier from the ground up,” he said, voice calm but unyielding. “And if I’ve learned anything in the last twelve years, it’s that you don’t sell your soul to g

“Even if it takes years. Even if I have to crawl through hell to do it.” Zayne stared at her—dark eyes unreadable, jaw tight—and then released his grip on her waist. “Then remember this moment,” he said. “Because it’s the closest you’ve ever come.” He shoved her off him. Aria hit the other side of the massive bed with a grunt and curled herself up, glaring in hate. “Bastard…Bastard…” She kept cursing and clenching her fist. Titan pulled down the white fabric off his feet, standing tall as his shaft sprung up, twitching with thick veins pulsing along it's length.

I could sense it. “Maya, please ignore the mutt. He spouts nonsense.” “I am not a mutt,” Titan indignantly replied. “I have great butt,” he proudly continued. “And mate knows.” Sebastian groaned, lowly saying, “Shut up,” while I burst out laughing, unable to stifle my giggles any more. I sounded worse than a deflating tire but Titan’s fond and smiling face looking down at me, made me bolder to laugh to my heart’s content in his presence.