Brooklyn Steve Reborn の小説・ストーリー

Giovanni’s POV At first, it came as a whisper. Then a hum. Now that I got very close to make sure that it's not just mere imagination, I could bet that it was a goddamn roar. Kraven wasn’t just opening a club. He was staging a spectacle. I hadn’t seen him, yet—but his fingerprints were all over the chaos unfolding right before my nose. First, it was the rebranding. That smug tagline appeared on billboards and digital flyers overnight:

“So this is your grand plan? Force me back into your world through my company? Trap me?” Steve moved closer again. This time Ken didn’t retreat. They stood inches apart, breathing the same air. “I tried forgetting you,” Steve admitted, his voice low. “I fucked other people. Buried myself at work. Became the perfect heir my mother always wanted. None of it worked. You’re in my blood, Ken. And I’m done pretending otherwise.” Ken’s heart hammered wildly. The man in front of him was both terrifyingly familiar and dangerously alien. The playful flirt from the yacht was gone. This Steve was calculated. Ruthless. And somehow even more attractive because of it.

She tried to reason, she didn't want a murder charge on top of other troubles which she had been having. With a sudden malicious delight, Ruben crouched and strengthened his grip on the offending hand, crushing every major bone in Steve's hand. He would need several weeks of surgery, reconstruction, and physical therapy before he even hoped to use it again. Steve howled with pain as tears were streaming out of the quarterback's eyes.

"Megan, I like you, but I just had a bad break-up, and I'm not sure I'm ready for another relationship yet." "I'm not looking for a relationship, Steve. I want to have sex tonight, with you. No strings attached." I paused. He seemed shocked. "Think of me as a rebound screw." After a moment, he said, "That sounds nice." I gave him a quick kiss, and we got out of the car. I grabbed my purse with my harness and strap-on, and we went inside. * * *

His eyes were wide and they began to look over my body, the clothes I wore the first day were covered in blood and barely hanging on my body, he was wearing a black shirt and a pair of shorts. He had a large cut on his forehead and there was blood surrounding it, that's probably where Jonas knocked him out. How did he get to Steve? I looked back at Jonas and he was smiling at me. "Why is Steve here Jonas?" He approached me and placed his hands on the arm of the chair. He leaned closer and I leaned back. His eyes hardened and he slapped me. "Dont fucking move away from me bitch, dear Steve is here because first he is going to act as a representative of Adrian, since the little fucker is dead

Then at Zed who was biting the inside of his cheek to keep his face straight and failing noticeably. "I was stabbed tonight," I said. "I died. I was reborn in a supernatural kingdom in someone else's dress and told I have to marry three werewolf kings or the world ends and now I am finding out that the ceremony involves all three of you putting your teeth in my neck and calling it holy." I looked around the room at every elder, every attendant, every sacred official who had gathered to witness this moment. "Who came up with this?"

I couldn't tell what was going through Bryan's mind, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. "At least answer me," Steve said again, his voice calmer now-but somehow more dangerous. Bryan scoffed. The tension became unbearable. Acting on instinct, I stepped forward and hugged Steve. "It's been a long time," I said softly. I didn't see Bryan's reaction, but I felt the sudden shift in the air-thick, heavy, suffocating. Steve hugged me back, smiling warmly, and for a brief moment, memories of our past rushed in like a tidal wave.

"Is everything you said true, Ms. Warner?" I nodded in assent. "It's absolutely true." Zachary was utterly frantic. He lunged forward to try and clamp a hand over my mouth, but one of the police officers instantly grabbed him and held him back. I gave a sidelong, contemptuous look at his contorted face, then led the police officers directly to the factory manager's office, where Zachary kept his incriminating ledgers. It was true that factory scrap was being resold, but the person responsible wasn't me—it was Brody Smith, Zachary's beloved younger brother.

"You're not still a virgin, are you? Wait… you've absorbed ability user energy at least once—don't tell me—hm!" He seemed to realize something and widened his eyes in surprise. "Don't say anything, Ray! Just don't!" Steve buried his face, utterly flustered. Damn… Alexander was a fake saint, but Steve truly had the potential to become one. No wonder he seemed so at home in the Zimtam Outpost. Their ideals aligned perfectly. Just then, the man following the footprints of the woman in red finally entered their view. "Ray, someone's coming!" Steve tensed.

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."