Dote On Me の小説・ストーリー

I put my hands into my pockets, watching him do his silly dance from a safe distance. ‘Who is the cool guy now?’ Moros’ growl vibrates from the walls, and Zenis looks around with a shocked expression. “What the fuck is this?” “Finally, an expression of yours that matches my taste,” I laugh, feeling my eyes pulsate as I allow Moros to take over just enough to control my subconscious realm. Sending a shockwave through the ground, my demon gets the earth to shake, making the General nearly lose his balance. “Let me show you my strength by tearing you apart.”

Dante turned back to me. He put both hands on my face and looked at me in the entrance hall light and I looked at him and his face was tired in the deep way and his jacket was dusty at the shoulder and the cut above his eyebrow from two weeks ago had a new companion cut beside it that was going to need looking at and his eyes were doing something completely unmanaged. "It is over," he said quietly. "I know," I said. "All of it," he said. "Everything." "I know," I said again.

"Yes." Dot smiled, showing the gaps where her teeth hadn't fully grown in. She turned and ran upstairs. At the top of the stairs, she looked back at him. Dorian crouched in the doorway, pulling out his terminal. On the screen, three curves scrolled side-by-side: his at seventy-one, Luna's at sixty-six, Dot's at ninety-three. He watched them for a while, then turned off the screen. He created a new folder, labeled "Dot," and dragged her real-time heartbeat curve into it. Then he created another folder, "L&D," and placed Luna's and Dot's curves side-by-side within it, watching them scroll, overlap, and separate.

Alora Well, this is fifty seven shades of fucked the hell up. I am standing back here at the back of the room, behind the podium where Killian is currently addressing his wolves. He's explaining that I'm his mate, and we have claimed each other. I almost choke on that, but I manage to hold it in.

“Oh, you’re eager tonight, aren’t you, baby? What do you want to see?” Then, another ding. A bigger one. $100. The username makes my breath catch. DomTheBoss69. He’s been my white whale for two weeks. A top-tier tipper who never shows his face or uses his mic, only the chat. His words are always, always a command. DomTheBoss69: The red is a good color. But it’s still in the way. A thrill shoots straight to my core. My pussy clenches around nothing, already getting slick. This is the game. This is the real addiction.

Deep beneath the bustling Diamond District lay the "Under-Grid" bar, a hidden spot filled with booming bass and swirling violet mist. In this underground space saturated with the smell of ozone and shady data transactions, those known as the "Unregistered" bartered away their humanity for a chance at prolonging their fragile existence.

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

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