Destiny Of Desire Play の小説・ストーリー

Evanora could see determination and calmness in his eyes. She knew he was ready…... ready to face whatever was hidden in the folds of time. With those thoughts, she looked into the crystal ball once again asking Egon, “Tell me Egon, What do you want to know?” ~DESTINY LAND~ Destiny had been home, and was arranging the used dresses after that tiring competition. While she was tired, Choice was still so energetic that she had been jumping like a monkey in the whole of Castle to

Nyxara had always understood desire. Where others saw a primal storm—unpredictable, dangerous, impossible to harness—she saw patterns, predictable as clockwork. She’d taken desire apart, dissected its anatomy with the cold precision of a surgeon. She knew what made people hungry, what made them hesitate at the edge of the cliff, what made them leap anyway, desperate for something they could never quite claim. Most people thought desire ruled them. Nyxara knew better. Desire was a map, its roads twisting but chartable, its traffic signs visible to those who bothered to look. She could read it, wield it, weaponize it. To her, it was a tool. Controllable. Weak.

"Choose the 'Destiny' over the 'Desire.' Choose the 'Source' over the 'Self.' If you do not, the High Council will Hard-Format the Starburst to remove the 'Sovereign' variable from the universe forever." I felt the "Mercy" hit my chest. It wasn't a physical blast; it was a Psychic Annexation. The "Loom" was playing back every moment of my life, but it was turning those memories into Proprietary Data. Every choice I thought I had made—leaving the square, loving Eryx, fighting for Hope—was being rewritten as a Preset Frequency designed by her a thousand years ago. I wasn't a rebel; I was a Scheduled Event.

“She’s still breathing. But that can change if necessary. Destiny sometimes needs a push.” Natália laughed softly, the sound crystalline and icy like cracking ice. “Destiny… is the plaything of the strong, Svetlana. Never forget that.” “Never.” “Keep me informed. And… nothing that connects you to this. Dmitry is obsessed and more alert than ever.” “I will always be your most faithful shadow, my lady.” The call ended. Natália turned off the television. The smile on her lips vanished as quickly as it had appeared. She walked to the full-length mirror and observed herself. Cold. Impeccable.

The fact that she is such a powerful person became one of the reasons why I admired her. As we continued to talk, I became aware of this unresolved connection that existed between us. It was as if we were two sides of the same whole. It seemed as if we had a connection that extended beyond our superficial similarities in look. It felt as if the departed souls buried in the cemetery were attempting to communicate with us in some manner by increasing the volume of their eerie mutterings. I was unable to escape the notion that our paths were destined to cross, and that our lives were somehow connected to one another in some kind.

Behind them, a rival Alpha’s gaze burned with cruel ambition. The spirit’s whisper cut through the vision. “The attack will come beneath the Red Moon. Jeremy will fall, and you will be left to face the darkness alone. You must not falter, Abbey. You must lead. You must protect your kin.” My pulse thundered in my ears as the vision shifted again. Flames licked across the pack’s borders. Screams echoed. Blood stained the earth. And through it all, Jeremy’s body lay in the dirt, lifeless, while I stood above him with gold dripping from my palms like molten fire.

Hamidat and Aminat were the same with their characters and behaviours. "From what I observed, it's like there is something between them. Why is she calling her a criminal, did something happened between them!" "I don't know! And like Aminat, she is a very nice and generous lady. Even if she come here you will surely like her and two of them love each other very well, it's now like the way they love each other then that is how they now hate each other because I don't get it right at all!" Felt consigned about it.

I clenched my fists tightly, trying hard to stop myself from pulling her in and kissing her. But when I accidentally touched her hands and smelled her perfume, my dick moved. I felt the running electricity just by our touch, my prolonged resistance has finally given way. I cannot take it anymore. The agony of not wanting to touch her is killing me. I wanted to devour her, to taste her sweet lips again. Yes, I have been wanting to taste her again. It’s like a fire ignited within my body when I felt Scarlett’s kiss again. My courage grew even stronger as Scarlett responded to every kiss I gave her, to every touch. The sight of her body illuminated by the moonlight only made my desire burn even