Blink Dammit 소설 & 이야기

Arthur said as he landed another punch at the Security Analyst’s face. Snapping out of his trance, Damian walked to the Student Council Treasurer beating Sir Tremblay up. He too was enraged by the photo that he saw and without any hesitation, Damian kicked Sir Tremblay by the side repeatedly. “Bastard. You fvcking bastard! You dare do that to Hestia!? And to my sister too?! You are a paedophile? A fvcking pedo!” Damian shouted as he kicked Sir Tremblay again and again.

“We will extract the subject.” I took one final step into the circle of light. And then I dropped. I hit the ground hard and rolled, just as the strobe of a sniper shot hissed through the air. But it didn’t hit Katya. It didn’t hit me. It shattered the lens of the searchlight. The world exploded into chaos. “GO NOW!” Damian’s voice cut through the storm as he emerged from the shadows, guns blazing, every bullet a precise answer to the ambush from above.

Longing with a final burst of rage, my bloodied fangs aimed to tear that bastard’s throat out. Damian’s eyes went wide with shock and fear as my jaws closed in…then everything mercifully went black.

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

Her blade gleamed with an ethereal light as she raised it tall, pointing for the center of the throbbing heart. But just as she was about to strike, the ground underneath her feet trembled. The heart's throbs with wild eyed, sporadic, as though something was battling from inside. Clara hesitated, her blade poised to strike. The heart was shaking brutally now, the darkness around it churning like a storm. Suddenly, in a blinding streak of light, the heart detonated, sending shockwaves through the cavern.

So is the wine glass on the nightstand, half-full and left there because no one is going to complain about it. She is forty-five years old, and she is not unhappy. That is, she realizes, a catastrophic thing to be. The heart attack is fast, which she will later understand as mercy. There is no dramatic final thought, no parade of faces. There is only the crack in the ceiling and then the particular absence of everything — and then, with no transition she can account for, there is light. Fluorescent. Institutional. The kind that hums. "Serra." She blinks.

Ami spent little time standing around and bolted from the soft know the hunt had began and that she was the prey. ... Three nights had passed as Ami was hunted down by the shadows. The wound in her side wasn't healing properly and infection was sure to set in if she didn't escape and yet she didn't have the strength to go on as she dry heaved stomach bile onto the forest floor. "Damn those cursed creatures. And damn me if I die here." Ami said to herself as she shakily got to her feet and dragged herself onward through the darkness, listening as one of the shadows screeched. "Damn it." Ami said as she moved just a bit faster, knowing that the hunt was drawing to an end. They were growing bor

Brent was typing frantically, bleeding the stock dry pound by pound, executing my revenge with flawless precision. On the screen, Lyle stared at the tablet. The numbers were dropping so fast it was making him dizzy. His empire – the untouchable fortress he had spent a decade building – was being systematically, violently dismantled in real – time. He scrolled down the screen, his fingers shaking uncontrollably. I knew exactly what he was looking for. He wanted to see the name of the proxy firm that had initiated the kill shot. Sovereign Bloom Capital. Lyle’s breath caught in his throat. I watched his eyes widen in pure, unadulterated terror as the memory of my dark, merciless eyes at the gal

Elora's eyes widened, flicking from me to Maya, confusion and disbelief etched on her face. "Your...sister?" she echoed faintly, her voice laced with a mixture of emotions that mirrored the turmoil swirling within me. I nodded, taking a deep breath as I steadied myself for the storm of questions and emotions that was bound to follow. "Yes, Elora. My father...our father," I corrected myself, the words tasting bitter on my tongue, "has made choices that hurt many, including you and our mother. But I want you to know, none of that is your fault. You are as much a part of this pack, this family, as I am."

“She’ll leave as soon as I’ve set everything up. You better forget about her sooner than later.” I glared. “Would you just forget your fiance because someone told you to?” “ Annabelle wouldn’t need bribing to save my fucking life.” I jerked the needle out of my hand and sucked the blood away that welled up before I swung my legs out of the bed, despite my splitting headache. My eyes scanned the table beside my bed for my knives and my gun holster. They weren’t there, damn it and I felt fucking naked without them. “Fuck,” Damian muttered and the bastard grabbed my shoulders to stop me from standing. “I didn’t mean to get you all riled up. You’re supposed to stay in bed.”