Collector Toh の小説・ストーリー

The store owner scurried in the back of his store to bring the best of his collections. The air cold with tension as Sabrina settled on the stool next to his. Her baby bump was growing fast, proving as a hurdle to everything she does. She lost balance as she sat on the stool, causing the stool to rock side to side. Elizah was quick to reach and steady it before it could lead to any fatal accidents. He didn't want any harm to come upon his woman and his child. The store owner rushed back in with a wide grin spread across his face. He was holding exquisite jewelries and he knew his collection woudl win the lady over. The jewelries caught the little sunlight coming through the window and glitte

I’m about to think more when a message comes through from him. I open the message and scan the contents. Hello Tesoro. I would like to schedule a meeting when you are free to discuss two very special commission pieces for two very special people in my life. Please have your people reach out at your earliest convenience. Matteo DeAngelis. I smirk at this and send back the generic response. Thank you for contacting Tesoro, for all work related requests please send a message to @PheonixCouture. Many thanks, Tesoro.

A glass had pierced into my toe leaving a small cut, and the steaming liquid splashed onto my feet burning through my skin. “Merde!” I cursed wincing at the burning on my skin. I needed to clean up before it caused further injury. I stood to leave, carefully avoiding the shattered pieces of glass and the already spilled coffee. But halfway through the sitting room, the news reporter's voice caught my attention, and all the thoughts about cleaning up ran to the back room of my mind. INTERVIEW WITH THE LEGITIMATE HEIR TO THE HOUSE OF THE WINTERS! With my legs glued to the floor, I watched with intensity at the man in front of the screen, he had a black fedora on which did well to hide his look

Who was I kidding? Running wasn't an option either. No one runs from the Russian Bratva. If it were possible, a lot of people would have succeeded. But no one can run from the Bravta and no one can run from the collector. He was a hound dog. I've been cautious enough to know that's it's a useless act and those who did never lived to tell the tale. The sound of my heartbeat pounded loudly in my ears and I managed to find my voice. “Yes. You're the collector.” My stomach tightens as the chair creaks under his weight and my response. “You’re here to collect… my debt.”

In it's there's a bathroom with a large bathtub and shower, I stepped into the bathroom and gasped Its amazing!! Everything in there is perfect The toilet is very pretty, with different colors and patterns and some of them even have little flowers and leaves and plants. There's also glass bottles with different water samples in it and the sink looks so clean I can't believe this! This is so freaking awesome!! Hold yourself Amelia! Smack! I slap my cheeks, repeatedly Wake up! "Thank you!" I said to him, earning a amused look from him "No, wait I mean" He just watches me and listen