Booktok Backwards Hat の小説・ストーリー

"Don't have to take our word for it—the proof's airtight. Emily broke alliance law. Slept with enemy wolves. Plural." "We've gotta make sure you didn't cover for a traitor while wearing the Alpha crown." James flinched hard at "plural." Snapped to Emily. She wouldn't meet his eyes. That's when it hit him. The rogue-colored pup? Said everything. Color drained from his face. He didn't say a word. Processing. Or just shattered. Didn't matter. "Take them," Uncle Daniel ordered, motioning the guards in. They moved fast—grabbing James, hollow-eyed and silent.

But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.

I chuckled. Nova smirked. "I was thinking more about a demon... the Demonic Prince." "Yes, that I can believe," I confirmed, and we both laughed. I took a sip of champagne and glanced at Harriet. Unlike Nova's and mine, her expression was oddly serious. Before I could ask her about it, she got up and pulled a massive wooden chest closer to the sofa. She opened the lid and gave Nova and me a nervous smile. "I remembered one detail in the book I went through today. I just want to check it again…" she explained, trailing off when she grabbed two large spell books from the top of the pile.

Apparently, the Grae before them looked nowhere near the description they found in the books. “That’s why they say textbooks are not always a reliable source.” Steve insinuated to which Nike seconded, “At least they are right about her wearing a toad-skin cap and snake-skin coat." The prince implied pertaining to the guardians’ wardrobe.

I contemplated her form, watching from where it’s coming from. “L-Leonel.. It’s.. it’s..” I trailed off with my shivering voice. He ran his hand in my head, trying to soothe me. “Lucille, calm down.” He said softly, taking Wendy and with a sniff, his fingers trailed down and turned her around, lifting her shirt from the back, revealing blood dripping from her back with something written there. “What the-” Leonel was perplexed. Narrowing his eyes, he ripped her shirt only to reveal a letter ‘R’ on her back. I gasped loudly, crawling back in terror.

'The back is clear. ***

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

She whispers in horror and winks before I feel my hands being grabbed to my side. I turn and see Bahm's face first, under a tall and circular black hat that had a wide gold bang running across the front and back with two red tassels hanging from each side. I was truly mesmerized by my mate's calm and charming face in his long black attire he wore. He looked like a King indeed.

Minnie adjusted the hem of her oversized flannel jacket, nervously tugging it lower as she stood at the front door. The black combat boots on her feet were scuffed at the toes, her magenta-dyed curls tucked under a knit beanie she almost didn’t wear—but in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to walk into her father’s house without some sort of armor. She already knew what was waiting on the other side: her stepmother’s passive-aggressive glances, her sister’s glossy pity, and her father’s complete lack of noticing anything beyond whatever team was playing on the living room screen.