Caius Twilight の小説・ストーリー

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The torchlight hit the crest etched into his chest, faintly pulsing with its unnatural glow. Caius’s eyes widened. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Holy Moon…” He reached out as if to touch it, then hesitated, pulling his hand back. “You weren’t kidding.” “No,” Sebastian said bitterly. “I wasn’t.” Caius let out a long breath, dragging his hand through his damp hair. “Damn it, Bastian. No wonder you’ve been so twisted up.” He shook his head, then gave a crooked grin. “But listen whatever this is, whatever happened it doesn’t make me any less your brother.”

Julian said, his eyes darting toward the ceiling as if he could see through the roof to the things waiting in the dark. "Every entity that lives in the gaps between worlds can feel that growth. You’re acting like a beacon in a black ocean. You’re telling everything that’s hungry exactly where we are." "Good," I said, my voice cold. "I’m sick of hiding from shadows." Caius materialized in the doorway, his silhouette blocking the light. He looked like he’d been through a meat grinder his shirt was torn at the shoulder, and there was a smear of glowing, violet residue on his collar. He looked at the plants, then at me, his eyes narrowing to slits.

I don't know why I always come to her or what has been left because there was nothing between us to start with in the first place. We drove all the way to come to a bar where the women didn’t know the two idiots I call my band members. Their reputations are steadily growing. Mike is the one who plays bass and Ryan who is also Rebel's twin brother is the guitarist and instrument player while Rebel is the drummer and while I am the lead singer, Tyler is the rhythm guitarist. Mike and Ryan like to fuck over and needs women like they need air for breathing, nothing serious but just fucking and some nonsensical shit. Tyler is no other than both but yeah good looks can do charms and one more perk

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

Ivy informed her. “Don’t say anything about Tyson,” Cain linked Ivy. “Got it,” Ivy replied. “So? Who is he?” Cain pressed when Calypso wasn’t saying anything. “He’s the Beta of the Twilight Moon Pack,” Calypso replied, but the mates knew that there was more to it. “Is that it?” Ivy pushed on. Calypso looked hesitant to say anything, but she figured she could trust the two.

It's Liam's brother. Caius.

A twisted relief that I am still alive and not in the jaws of those monstrous hunting dogs. Finally, with a groan, my eyes peel open. Sunlight pierces the room, stabbing straight into my skull. I wince. “There she is,” Caius purrs, stepping into view. He looks exactly the same, raven black hair, polished armor, clean white shirt, untouched by the chaos and blood he caused. Untouched by guilt. Untouched by morality. He sits with the ease of someone who believes the world belongs to him. “You tried to run.” His fingers trail the bed frame beside me, slow and deliberate. “I would advise against it next time, Rain. I may not be so forgiving again.”

So he bit his lip and stayed quiet, tail twitching beneath the blanket. Caius, noticing his discomfort, swooped in like a seasoned handler. He stepped forward with a lazy, easy smile and held out a hand. “That would be me, I am his manager, photographer and personal assistant” Nikolas’s gaze finally tore away from Orion long enough to size Caius up. Another handsome man, yes — but next to his muse, this one’s glow dimmed to candlelight. He took Caius’s hand with a hum of approval Caius' smile widened,” I won't stand on propriety, you may call me Caius”

“That was my life… I broke it off with Evangeline! I threw her out! You’re the only one in my heart now! Why would you trample on it like this?” “Because it’s tainted.” I turned my back on him, leaving him with nothing but my cold, resolute silhouette. “Looking at anything related to you makes me sick. Get out. Don’t make me have the guards throw you out like the trash you are.” … But I had underestimated Caius’s obsession. Or rather, his capacity for self-pity. He didn’t leave. For the next month, Caius became the biggest joke in the New Orleans dark world.