Camryn Fisher Fanfic の小説・ストーリー

"I didn't raise up a pedophile, did I?" "Euw, no!" Cameron and I chorused. "It's Maya." "Oh, you mean your best friend?" She questioned and heaved a sigh of relief. I nodded in response and so does Cameron. "Oh, that's really great, I like her. What a nice girl." "Jade has a boyfriend, his name is Bellamy." Cameron snapped and my cheeks flushed at the mention of his name. "I knew it, I knew something was up," She said like a scientist that just made a new discovery.

“No, but it gives a person a reason to fight for it. And maybe that’s something you’ve never understood.” The silence between them burned hotter than fire. Chairman Fisher’s smirk deepened, though there was no warmth in it, only cruelty sharpened into a blade. He set his glass down with a deliberate clink, leaning forward. “And tell me, darling… what will you do if Dahlia ends up telling you she likes women the same way Alex likes men?” The words sliced through the air, crude and merciless. Madam Fisher stiffened, her breath catching in her throat. For a moment, her mask slipped fear, shock, something raw flickered across her face.

“But before that, she’ll try to break me. Let her come. Let her try. It's going to hurt and you're going to fight. I'm going to push you away as much as I can, but you are going to need to stay with me. You're going to need to focus on my voice, on me, Carter, not on her.” Suddenly, Carter lunged, eyes glazed over, face twisted in pain and confusion. He grabbed me by the throat, shoving me back hard against the wall. “Lysandra!” Damon shouted. Delilah screamed. But I didn’t flinch. His claws scraped my skin, drawing blood. And I smiled. “This is the best you’ve got?” I hissed. “Come on, Tatiana. Show me who you really are. I thought that you were stronger than this. Is this the reputation th

If Typhon knows what is best, he will reject this mating between Sky and I and silence my father once and for all. “Well, it looks like she has you hook, line, and sinker, dude.” I looked over at Cam. “Hell yeah she does. I fucking love that girl, Cam. I’m not ashamed to admit it. No one can take her place. I just want to get this bullshit over with so I can get back to my girl.”

I opened the post and skimmed through it. I was so angry I actually laughed. Simon poured out a heartfelt confession to the female streamer, Claire. [Claire only calls out to me so sweetly in her livestream. If that's not favoritism, what is? [Once I've spent 100 thousand dollars on Claire's stream, I'll ask her out in person and confess!] Then, when he mentioned me, his tone flipped instantly. [Sigh, I do feel sorry for my fiancée. She's already thirty—not young anymore. Other than me, who would even want her?]

Back then, he sounded like if I didn’t accept his kind gesture, the thought that it was his fault that I landed here would eat him up and I couldn’t let that happen to him, considering it’s false. It was Cain’s. I guess I should be filled with gratitude that Cameron hasn’t once asked me why I kept saying it wasn’t his fault. And also the fact that our date happened to be at night. My throat creases, I feel my mouth go dry. Cameron and Cain were pals in high school, if there was even the slightest chance that he saw Cain’s face and remembered. . . Then I’d be doomed.