Beyond Magenta の小説・ストーリー

"Not for war, exactly, but they're pulling all their people back to the homeland. They think something big is coming." Lysander swept in with his usual dramatic flair, but he wasn't alone either. A woman in flowing robes accompanied him, her hands glowing with subtle magical energy that made my skin tingle. "This is Morgana Ashford," Lysander said. "She represents the Pacific Coven Alliance." Morgana's gaze immediately found mine, and I saw recognition there – not of me personally, but of what I was. "The magic signature coming from this location has been felt as far south as San Francisco," she said calmly.

"It seems your 'complimentary ticket' gamble paid off. This is the largest crowd we've seen since you launched that 'Lupine Menace' series at the media desk." "There is still a significant deficit to recover, though." Lyon frowned. Remarkably, even his displeasure was captivating. Watching those refined, expressive lips dip into a pouted line nearly broke Rafael’s focus. "I think I’ve finally grasped the level of chaos I inflicted upon this team with my past narratives." "You have more than compensated for the damage at this point," Mateo said. He was looking at Lyon with a raw, protective hunger, and Rafael couldn't fault him. Just the proximity to Lyon’s scent was making Rafael’s gear feel

"Wow! Are you the one who purchased the chicken fast-food company which was on the market for a month? I have heard about the news but the selling price was so big but you purchased it anyway..." Smiling at his new friend, he confirmed it and told everyone on the table that the lawyer will manage the business too which was not a surprise at all. "I fully trust Imman and he will take care of everything on my behalf. You know Miguel, although he and my daughter are on the verge of separation, still, I treat him as my son, and no matter what happens, it will not change. My only regret is not having a grandson but seeing Elijah, here(looking at the unaffected kid who was still busy with his toy)

Evelyn's POV Half an hour had passed since I returned with the cigarettes. Other than ordering me to buy Serena a milkshake, Adrian Bennett had not looked at me once. He and Serena Blake discussed the case they had won the week before, then moved on to their plans for the firm's future. I could no longer remember how many times I had become background scenery whenever the three of us were together. Only after Serena answered a message did Adrian finally turn toward me in surprise. "Why haven't you gone yet?"

There's no way he can drive it here but his location is quite far there's no chance in hell he is walking upto there. He held his forehead thinking all that and planning what to do now, just then he heard a sound nearby. A sound nobody other than him can hear as its not detectible by others. 'Oh yea, how come I forget about that' he said smiling to himself suddenly remembering something important. He close his eyes and snap his fingers. In few seconds a bat appeared flying in the sky. He got close to Liam as to listen to his commands and start hovering over his head. Liam put his right index finger forward giving him signals to sit on it and the bat followed his orders. He looked into the ba

Samantha's heart fluttered with anticipation. She had known that Alexander was interested in her, but she didn't know he was serious about making her his mate. "I can't," she said, shaking her head. "I have children. I can't just abandon them." As Samantha spoke, Alexander's eyes narrowed, and his expression darkened. "You have already been claimed, Samantha," he said, his voice cold and menacing. "By me." Samantha's heart pounded in her chest and her eyes widened in horror.

Too slow. And still, he couldn’t let go. Across the nave, the guild gathered in low voices around the ruins of the old choir stalls. Arguments rose and fell like a tide. “We can’t take him back there,” one voice spat. “You saw what happened in the night. The shadows moved through him. He’s already lost.” “He’s not lost,” Maera hissed, clutching her scrolls to her chest like a shield. “The rite is real. I’ve read the records myself. He can be severed.”

Why is everything coming back again? The man’s image replayed in her mind—his sharp eyes, his faint smirk. She remembered seeing him years ago, back when her mother was still alive. Margaret had brushed it off, saying she owed him some money and would pay soon. But what if it wasn’t that simple? What if that same man was part of everything—part of what destroyed Ma Rachel’s club, part of what linked her to Brooks Industries? Her heart twisted painfully. She didn’t want this life for her twins. She wanted peace—stability—a chance to forget everything about her mother’s debts, Julian’s rivals, and that name that kept haunting her: Brooks Industries.