Barbarian Mine の小説・ストーリー

He groaned but nodded nonetheless, "Yet." " So, why did you call me here? To drink and reminisce. Are you into all that now?" Asher unlocked his phone and passed it over to Christopher, who stared at it like it was infected. "Afgon Textile Company," Christopher arched a brow at the name that sounded awfully familiar, and picked up the phone, "it had affiliations with your company..." "Which of them?" "The Larkin's," Asher said with an eyeroll. "It however went bankrupt 14 years ago after a business deal. Do you have any idea why?"

I paste on a neutral face for no one. Back at my desk, the chat bubble appears. CB_OFFICE: Thanks for moving fast on the boutique order. Add one more set—the red slip in smaller size. Returning client prefers adaptability. ME: Done. CB_OFFICE: Good work, A. A again. Not Alie. Not Ms. Lynds. A, like a secret nickname in a mouth I can't see.

His pulse refused to slow down. *Pathetic.* That was the word for this. For all of it. Three years of being humiliated by someone and still, still, lying in bed every morning hoping for one more glimpse of him before school forced them back into their assigned roles .... bully and joke, golden boy and punchline. Ezra had never told anyone. Not Sophie. Not his mother. Some secrets you buried so deep they became part of the foundation, load-bearing walls holding up everything else, and you learned to live around the shape of them instead of ever digging them out.

Lee tease me and laugh. I smile to her. "You know if you are someone else, I will beat a shit out of you but you are my best friend and yes she is beautiful but HER BEAUTY IS ONLY FOR MINE"

Once she regained her composure, she asked, "How could you do this to me!" "My dear, you can't bear anymore children. I need someone who can, and that's what Riley here is going to be used for. She has Alpha blood in her, and she's just come into her prime. She will be perfect. My army will increase in size and I will have a Bitch who will bear my mark and birth my heirs to only make me stronger. If you really want to continue getting fucked, I can call on you. However, we both know I have others who will do the trick just nicely." Riley stood there shocked by the words she had just heard. She needed to get out. This was not how her life was supposed to begin or end.

Barov fixed his collar, "We have previously burned through the vast majority of the mineral pay in the last half month, so assuming the Months of the Devils really happens as long as the crystal gazers have anticipated, I dread that the food won't endure till the finish of winter." "Then I believe that you should top off the whole vault," Roland said without a second thought, "Make one more arrangement with Willow Town and don't make it the one to focus on. The main steam motor has proactively been shipped to the mine, and the rock from the breakdown has previously been totally tidied up. During the whole winter, we can in any case get a little yield from the mines. Unpleasant stones are par

A realm above the Lord of War! Such a realm was the stuff of legends, a transcendent state his mother's old tomes spoke of in hushed tones. ... At Wafford Mining's Ninth District, Darius Labar led a brigade of more than one hundred and fifty miners. They were decked out in gear from head to toe—helmets, ropes, shovels, and even emergency medical kits. They stood at the mine's entrance, their faces etched with worry. With a whoosh, the Duke of War, known as Green Dragon, burst forth from the mine's depths. Sweat-soaked and wrapped in an inner power, he took several heaving breaths, his face finally regaining some color.