Dr Julia Hoffman Dark Shadows の小説・ストーリー

She was too sharp, too alluring, too dangerous. And yet… the way she whispered, the heat in her voice—it made me shiver. For now, I wrote in my diary only one line: Jennifer Wolfe is hiding something. But whether it was betrayal—or something even more dangerous—I didn’t know yet.

Then, a familiar voice cut through the quiet. “I think you’ve had enough for tonight, Ms Tyler.” I froze. That voice. Mr Hale stepped out from the shadows of the corridor, his hands tucked into his coat pockets and his expression unreadable, but his gaze sharp enough to slice through me. “To your room. Now, Ms Tyler.” His voice cut through the hall like the crack of a whip low, deep and threaded with control. I sighed, rolling my eyes as I turned toward him. The light from the sconces behind him outlined the rigid lines of his body, his fitted shirt stretched across a broad chest.

Not someone paid just to sow chaos. Damon leaned back, glass of scotch in hand, watching the screen shift her signature into a shape he hated: human. Patterns with restraint. Motives that weren’t money-driven. His analysts called her a phantom. Damon wasn’t so sure. Shadows had bodies. Shadows were cast by something real. And the most dangerous thought he’d entertained, the one that kept him from sleeping, was that he’d already met the body behind this particular shadow. His mind flicked, unbidden, to Elara Duval.

“And now I am alive and well, Jackson. I understand that you are trying to protect me, but I would be fine. Go and attend to business.” He hesitates, then kisses my forehead—gentle, always gentle—before slipping out. The room feels colder and lonelier without him. The door clicks open again minutes later. “Did you forget anything—” I began but stopped when I realised it wasn't Jackson. In the dim light of the room, Julia, the witch, stood gracefully in the doorway, a delicate teacup balanced carefully on a gleaming silver tray. Her sleek, blonde hair was slicked back elegantly, framing her striking features and contrasting vividly with her eye-catching lilac dress, which clung to her figure

Thus, Julia decided to let him off the hook in exchange for nearly drowning him. With this decision in mind, Julia rose from the bathtub, water cascading from her soaked clothes. However, as she stood, abrupt dizziness seized her, followed by overwhelming darkness that engulfed her vision. Her body gave way, and she collapsed again, succumbing to the sudden blackout.

Silas Thorne had used his own wife’s death to finish the job of turning his son into a monster. Dark didn't just hate her father because of the accident. He hated him because her father had inadvertently finished his father’s work. A shadow moved in the hallway. Iza scrambled to pull the drive from the port and tuck it back into her robe. She moved to the sofa just as the doors slid open. Dark walked in. He looked tired, his blazer draped over his arm. He looked at her, his eyes scanning the room, landing on the media screen. "Are you watching the films I picked for you?" he asked, his voice low.

The heat that ran through her cheeks made her inter-turmoil worse. It didn't how close she was, Harlow struggled to gain a look at the sudden intruders face as it was covered with the shadowy darkness the hoodie they seemed to be wearing provided. It was obvious it was a male, he was extremely tall. That was all she could get from what was in front of her, a tall figure who wore extremely dark clothing. Alarm bells ran through her, the man seemed sketchy but somehow she wasn't running the other way, there was something about him that just didn't seem to worry her.

I asked incredulously, looking at the tall, strawberry haired woman who was now rising from the floor in an almost seductive manner, not caring that I had just catapulted her to the floor. “Brandon…” My name rolled off her lips in an almost breathy whisper as she approached me once again. “Surprised?” “I could care less how you weaseled your way here, Julia.” I shook my head in annoyance. “What do you want?” “Nothing much…” she shrugged, standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. “So…how’s Faith…oh, wait! You probably don’t know, right? Because after all that talk and the confession and that lecture…no one can stop Brandon Wolfram from spiraling into the darkness, right back to rock

Pulling free, Lara kept going until she couldn’t keep going any longer. Her breasts heaving with the effort of breathing, Lara collapsed where she stood. The agony folded in and she shuddered and shook, hugging herself with trembling arms, rocking back and forth without realizing it. Christophe and Meghan... His father’s wife… It was obscene, unbearable. How could she have been so blind? Meghan hadn’t been confused when she came to Lara’s room. Meghan Agelastos had known since day one that Lara was simply a pawn on the board. Did Demis suspect that his wife and his son were having an affair? Was that why she had been required as a smoke-screen for this visit?

I spoke up, the urge to kill her began to surround me in a haze, slowly I was losing control over myself, "It's all an act, it has always been. She worked for your father for revenge and when his death after your curse didn't satisfy her, she made your destruction the ultimate motto of her life. She only wants to kill you and of course, I and my baby do not fall out of the list of her targets." Indeed, Sebastian heard my words. But along with the surprise from the revelation of Julia's true motives, there was the shock that painted itself all over his face, his gaze and hesitation— He looked at me as if I was a whole different person, almost as if he couldn't recognize. And, at that moment,