Aphmau Mystreet Season 1 の小説・ストーリー

he taunted, landing a swift counterpunch that sent the thug stumbling. I faced off against Mohawk Guy who is in front of me, dodging his wild swings of his bat with a mix of agility and street smarts. "I've had enough of clichés for one night," I quipped, landing a solid kick that had him reassessing his life choices. The room became a battleground of fists and chaos. Amid the battle, a mysterious figure in the shadows aimed a gun at us. Before I could react, Hendrix, with his werewolf reflexes, deflected the bullets with a piece of debris.

‘I sat there wondering how my future husband is going to be like, kind maybe? A Narcissist? All these thoughts flooding into my head. I think I can feel a migraine brewing, I should stop now.’ Ella gazed at the road as the car moved along the highway, the silence unnerved her to her core but she decided to hold her tongue due to not wanting to get in trouble with her in laws. After a while, the car stopped and the doors were opened by two guards from the outside. Ella’s eyes widened as she looked at the villa, it wasn’t a normal villa from the size of it, it could be a village.

Blinding, white-hot rage. Something has to end this. And all of a sudden, I think I know what it will be. I look Mia in the eye. Understand me. Just this once. “Sandbag.” “What?” Dean snaps. He doesn’t have to wait long to find out. Mia slumps like she fainted. Her legs are like jelly, knees loose. It’s enough for Dean to react in surprise.

"After that day, Jasmine Blakemore will be completely erased from the Langley family. The only one by my side from now on will be you." "Don't worry. I'll handle any obstacles before you're officially the lady of this family." The words on the screen cut into me like knives. "Baby, tonight's video quality is pretty good. Her face looks especially innocent on camera." I kept scrolling down and tapped on a video. The screen showed my bedroom. Clips of me changing, of me hugging a pillow and crying. And... clips of intimate moments between Draven and me. Every private moment had been recorded with perfect clarity.

Because people created new ones every day. Ama continued walking. The river shimmered beside the path. Sunlight danced across the water. A cool breeze carried the scent of autumn leaves. And for the first time in a very long while, she felt completely present. Not divided between memory and mystery. Not caught between past and future. Simply here. Simply now. Her phone buzzed. A message from Gabriel. Arthur accidentally signed up for a marathon. Ama stopped walking. Then immediately replied. Accidentally? The response came seconds later.

It’s is on fire with notifications and messages #AmaraPodcast trending number one. #FakePregnancy number two. #BabyFlipOff number three. I open the top clip. Amara’s face fills the screen, makeup heavier than usual, eyes wide and teary, sitting in a podcast studio with some bro-host who looks like he’s trying not to grin too hard.

I asked. She tipped her head to the side and smiled, just as everything went black. … BEEP BEEP BEEP I forced my eyes open even though they really didn’t want to cooperate. I saw Alexandra sleeping in a chair, then looked to the other side and saw Robert on a couch, staring at his phone. *Mate, need mate, need our pup,* Felix whined. *Fuck can I have a minute,* I said, rolling my head to the side. BEEP BEEP

While I couldn't prevent the moon from appearing, I could resist shifting. Avoiding the shift was crucial; in Miles' form, I barely recognized who I was. I haunted people and hunted the innocent. From the start, even without being told, I knew I was a unique kind of werewolf. My parents had done their best to contain my wolf. Enlisting the help of a powerful witch, Maya, from one of Mystic Height's most influential witch families in the East, my parents placed a spell on me. However, I broke it on my sixteenth birthday after my first kill.

Agatha couldn't bring herself to imagine them being victimized by another Maurice. A day after Agatha flew back to Country F, Misty had gone out of the dorm late at night to buy some medicine for Amanda from the nearest convenience. She discovered her best friend's sister's condition late due to their dorm room's distance. Also, the girl currently had no one with her since all her roommates went back to their hometowns or houses for vacation. Amanda was too sick too to phone her so if it weren't for her whimsical visit, the idiotic girl would have died from a mere fever and everyone would be in the dark about it.