Devilish Hair Game の小説・ストーリー

"What?" "I... I think you've misunderstood me... I'm not..." His hand grips my thigh harder and I flinch. "Don't play games with me..." He reaches into his pocket and brings out more wads of cash and drops them on the table and he smirks at me. "Satisfied?" His hand reaches up to stroke my hair "Now you have to do a lot more than suck my cock... Let's start with taking those clothes off." He reaches for me and every instinct inside me starts screaming! I shove his hand away and his expression darkens again. "What the fuck is your problem?"

The first image was simple—yet deeply telling. Hailey Davidson. She stood under the bright sun, her long brown hair falling over her shoulders in gentle waves. Dressed in casual college attire, a sling bag on her shoulder, her face lit up with a radiant, unbothered smile. Innocent. Unaware. A painful contrast to the world that now chased her. “She’s Hailey Davidson,” Liam began, “Aiken Lynn’s illegitimate daughter. Her birth record traces back to eighteen years ago. Her mother’s name is listed as Lysa Davidson, but… beyond that, there’s no accessible record. She’s lived quietly, under the radar.”

Dorian leaped at its throat, fangs bared, but the Devil Alpha caught him mid-air, It tossed him aside like he weighed nothing, and Dorian hit the ground hard, groaning in pain. Amelia grabbed my arm, pulling me back as the beast turned its glowing red eyes on me. The Devil Alpha lunged at us, Charles who could barely stand on his feet, grabbed its hind leg, yanking it back. The beast staggered for a second…that was progress. Dorian rushed forward, ramming into its side. The Devil Alpha snarled, trying to shake them off. Amelia lifted her hands, chanting a spell. A flash of bright energy shot from her palms, slamming into the beast. It roared in pain, stumbling backward.

His black-haired pompadour was so disheveled that his head top looked like a shaggy toupee. “Well, he chose Helberg and you bet on Kirill so I’d say he won.” Theo arbitrated. Valiant gave him a wicked eye for siding with Devin. Thaines stood by his brother’s side, defensively, with a scowl on his angular and chiseled features. Blood coated my teeth and fur. I shifted back to my dirty, naked human form. I had forgotten to use my magic to preserve my clothes. “Do you need more bloodshed, Alpha?” Devin questioned with sarcasm, then lifted his lips into a smile to play it off.

“When you started turning into a brat. Look, if you don’t want him, then…learn to live without the man. He is after all Your King and Superior.” He walks away and leaves me in silence. A pale hand brushes my hair. My breath stops. I swing around with a pinch but a force of energy keeps me in the same spot and position. The Goddess. “I loved this hair,” she teases, voice soft. “ I don't think I ever told you that. You needed something to hide you when you were coming back and that was easy enough to do. But the hair was the hard part. We need something that'll enable you to hide. I needed you to look like your old self but different at the same time. The answer was simple really."

Amber said. “Did Hunter fuck another bitch without protection again.” Someone said as they descended from the staircase at the side. I know that voice. He came down the stairs, his hair looking all messy like he just woke up, a good type of messy, it screams effortlessly handsome. He had no top on just a slightly baggy trousers. He ran his fingers through his hair, squinted and looked at me. “Oh it is just the weird bitch from the test. Hi I’m Delvin and I am wondering when the fuck would you be leaving.” Delvin as in the super hot guy from the test said.

The simple yet stylish choice of attire hinted at a certain casual sophistication, a trait she couldn't help but admire. His jet black hair, still damp from a recent shower, framed his face in a way that added an alluring touch to his overall appearance. The dark strands seemed to glisten under the soft glow of the room's lighting, creating an almost ethereal effect. Veronica couldn't help but notice the subtle contrast between the wet and dry portions of his hair, a detail that heightened his innate charm.

With a sharp move of my fingers, I flung disillusion magic across the platform. The spell struck before the Queen could react. For one suspended second, nothing happened. Then her perfect white hair warped, collapsed, and turned. Brownish-black strands spilled into view, dull and uneven, the roots unevenly tinted, the texture rough and poorly maintained—hair that had been forced into deception for far too long. The hall exploded for the umpteenth time. People physically recoiled, feet scraping loudly against the marble as they backed away from the platform—as if the deception itself might leap at them.

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

Despite the throbbing in my head, my senses zinged remembering the action yesterday, I felt different from contact with Blaze DeVille. Talk about magnetism. Some said he had the personality of an ice cube, but all I sensed was pure masculine power, domineering man, evil but he could be fun. Even through his formal clothing, I have seen the outline of sculpted muscles in his arms and chest. His dark, thick hair dripped sexual prowess and the silence made him mysterious but with her he is a fun person, they could talk about something small yet it turned into a very interesting conversation.