Back To Sixties の小説・ストーリー

SIX YEARS LATER Zara had only agreed to her mother's words because her son was constantly asking about his father. She did not want to be one of those moms who wanted to protect their sanity by all means and then they go ahead and lie about the father and everything comes crashing down years later.

"It seems that sentence suits you. Don't you like to cause trouble and deceive people?" Nadine laughed again, not looking offended at all by Adrian's words. "You're right. I'll try to get the resort back in less than three years." This time Adrian wanted to look at Nadine. "You have to keep your word." Nadine nodded and pulled out her little finger. "Pinky promised. I promise to help Adrian get his resort back." Adrian smirked at Nadine's childish promise. "Oh yes.... One more." Adrian looked back at Nadine, who was looking far ahead arranging the words that would come out of her mouth.

Ava said softly. "Well, no matter what, it's fine that you're still alive. It's great enough!" Jason told Ava softly. "Master, how about you?" Ava asked softly! "Me? Something happened sixty years ago. I only returned recently," Jason spoke calmly. "Oh." Seeing that Jason was reluctant to say more, Ava lightly nodded and then pouted.

"What are you doing?" Shuffling, "What? Me?" Charlie narrows her eyes, a thought pops into her head, "Deedah! Are you having sex?!" This time, her best-friend laughs loudly, "No, *Poo-poo bear*. This fart bag was tickling me before you called. That monster..." She mutters at the end. "Oh? Zeus is back from Egypt? When did he get back?" "Dude just got back yesterday and he's trying to get into my pants," She hears the traces of an eye roll in her tone.

Grandpa said as if that were a sin. "Very funny guys, I don't tell you anything from what you hear..." "The good music of the 1960s is the music of a golden age, but the world isn't ready for this conversation," Luc explained for the millionth time. It was one of the things he and Grandpa agreed on. Both of them played music from the sixties in the workshop, they sang without shame what I didn't know if it bothered the rest of us or not. "Can you play You Belong with Me? It's the only one I have yet to learn," he asked, and I gladly obliged.

That was some kind of magic I was sure I would never experience and here Six was giving me everything I could ever need. There was no one on Earth like him. "Um do we have to go back downstairs?" Six asked, his face turning red. "II don't think I can look anyone in the face." I laughed. "I'll be right there with you." "No," he groaned. "Let's sneak out the back and go home. Please," he stressed. "We'll miss the orecchiette," I pointed out. Six's mouth dropped open. "Nope, I can suffer through the shame for a while for that."

As I gazed at the lengthy text on my screen, I found it strangely entertaining. I had already moved past the ordeal, yet those around me seemed unable to let it go. Perhaps the intensity of the drama from back then had left such a lasting impression on them. In truth, I had released all of it. These days, I even needed to concentrate to recall what Marcello Golden even looked like. Once, he had been the center of my world—my deepest love and someone closer to me than family. We were childhood sweethearts who had shared every stage of life: the same elementary school, middle school, high school, and college, followed by studying abroad together.

Jessica screamed as security arrived and escorted her away. I told the agent to sell the apartment fast, even at a lower price. I needed to leave this city as soon as possible. Word must have gotten out. Later that afternoon, Milo rushed over and handed me a box. "I've gotten the bracelet back and made things clear with her. She won't bother you. Can you forgive me now?" For six years, Milo controlled our relationship. But these last few days, he had been so humble, which made me feel nothing but disgust.

"I can give you another chance! Let's make everything go back to the way it was. You'll still be my wife and Beau's mother. I can inject funds into Joss Tech to keep it running! "I just want everything to return to how it used to be!" Harvey's voice was cold, but with every word he spoke, he felt his strength draining away. His posture remained proud and aloof, but his eyes betrayed fear and despair. He was like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, insisting he was fine, even as he teetered on the brink of collapse. Elara turned to look at him. Her expression was cold and indifferent, tinged with unmistakable annoyance as she asked, "Harvey, do you regret it now?"

"Okay, don't talk to me about these useless things, hurry inside and change your clothes, we'll go buy jewelry and then go eat something delicious. By the way, if you don't go back at night will there be anything?”