Beauty's Blade の小説・ストーリー

Jeremy took the call in his office, surprised but intrigued. “Jeremy, it’s Blaze. I need a favor. I want to play again. I want to do it right, and I want to do it with you.” Jeremy didn’t hesitate. “You sure about this, Lockjaw? You know what you’re asking.” Sterling’s laugh was as bold as ever. “I’m sure. I’ve been watching what you and Jenifer are building in Denver. I want to be part of it. I want to show people that greatness doesn’t have an expiration date. And I want to help you win.”

Zia pointed to the table just behind her. The guy had laid all the weapons carefully on the table, their sharp edges glittering against the dim light. " Hope you aren't scared lover boy. You weren't like this when I had your memory wiped. You were like a mad dog, facing danger head on. So I'll expect you to remain calm, and be the man you always were," Zia said playfully as she picked a blade, her favourite double edged cutting friend. Asriel gruntled once more, his eyes almost popped out from fright. He watched in horror as the blade moved closer to his face, till at one move Zia had made to slice his cheeks, but ended up cutting the tape on his lips into two.

The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal. However, what caught Ciara's attention was a seemingly ordinary-looking mirror hanging next to the desk. Standing at a distance, Ciara could see the faint outline of herself reflected inside it. The shadow slowly transformed into a strange woman, who waved her hand to signal for Ciara to come closer. Usually, Ciara's curiosity was not very strong, but now there was something urging her to approach it. Ciara seemed to lose control, her eyes slowly losing focus. She was like a puppet being manipulated as she took slow steps towards the mirror. Just as her hand was abo

She let out a scream of ecstasy as I moved to her other br**st and repeated the motion. The beast was in no mood for drawn out foreplay today, he wanted his sweet release, and fast. I stood from the bed and removed my pants and shirt, before kneeling between Harriet’s legs. She moaned when I rubbed the head of my pe**s against her ready and waiting folds. I pushed in hard, entering her all the way. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched at the sensation it gave her. I began pumping, hard and fast, as my beast roared in satisfaction.

The first Harvester didn't scream when I took its throat. It couldn't. The vocal processors in its white synthetic shell weren't calibrated for pain, only for the clinical reporting of the harvest. I moved before its magnetic boots even settled on the marble. The Phantom Blade was a sliver of shadow in my grip, less a weapon and more an extension of the Sovereign engine roaring in my chest. It wasn't a lunge; it was a high-density burn that turned my muscles into coiled wire and the air into a haze of static.

Magnus took out something and it was full of blades so it caught my attention. "Where did you get these blades?" I asked while looking at the different large blades with different sizes and widths. "Dad owns this," Magnus replied. I didn't move it because it was too sharp. "Practice using guns, try to hit those cans from the distance and aim it carefully," Max commanded. I watched Max and Magnus target the can in the distance. He hit it so easily so I was a little surprised. "All right, you're next Alas," Max said. "Be careful to use guns, put it away from those around you," Maximus warned.

"Blade is just a business woman." "Andreeeeeee.." Gentle hailed. Andre sighed. "What? I am looking forward to doing business with her. I wish I was nicer to her. Gentle, you know she doesn't like me that much, right? She is more comfortable with you." "You don't need much effort to be in her good books, Kim is that easy going." Gentle said. "Blade is not easy going. So?" Andre asked, half un serious. Gentle and Andre laughed. Bryan frowned in confusion. "She is pregnant."

Blade was amused that a single woman managed to take down three grown men, two of whom lay lifeless on the pavement. Tech was captivated. "I am getting more of a Black Widow vibe from her." "I beg you, please don't, ahh," his words were cut short by her digging her knife into his stomach. She stared into his eyes like she dared the man's soul to remain attached to its chosen body. The longer I watched her, the more I felt "Intrigued." She pulled out her phone taking a picture. "Damn, that's tough," Reaper was also impressed.

I was completely calm on the outside, but they knew what I was capable of. I linked Beauty, asking her to bring me a blade. She made a big show out of deciding which one to choose. She brought it over to me with a glint of mischief in her eyes. She trailed one claw down the middle of my throat. She knew exactly what she was doing. This was her own version of pep talk. I would be punishing this little minx’s ass for getting me hard right now. “How good is your aim, beauty?” I asked her with a smirk.

Intruders. The leader, a man with a cruel twist to his lips and a shaved head etched with a menacing scar, shoved a security guard aside with a sneer. He reached into his pocket, and my breath hitched as the glint of a switchblade caught the light. He wasn't here for art appreciation. "Questa festa è finita," he growled, his voice gravelly and laced with menace. (This party is over.) "Run." I said and Mark saved himself, leaving me to stand. Coward.