Drive-by Book の小説・ストーリー

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control. For five tense minutes Gian drove the car through the streets with a lead foot. Fortunately, he knew his way around this part of town very well and so it was easy for him to find the address. However, he stared at the proper roadside parking. He just stopped across the front of the house and then they just had to follow the screams. Maddox just took the time to rush to the trunk and get his hunting rifle when he followed Gian across the driveway of a local family house.

The key still hanging in the car, thanks to his careless secretary, who must have been dozed off now. Ryan zoomed out of the parking lot, straight to the main street. The passersby halted at the sudden arrival of a huge car right in front of them as they backed away, screaming. He took off for the main street and drove as if it was his last. The street was crowded, but when he turned to the freeway, he clutched the accelerator and raised the speed. The adrenaline rushing through his brain made him excited as it subsided the anxiety he felt from the question. He never did it, at least. Though it was true that the scenes he wrote in his book, he witnessed them all.

RIVEN BLACKWOOD POV Hazel brought her head down, her eyes clenching shut, and I drove out of the garage at full speed. Fury raged in my chest, the feeling burning up my lungs as they opened fire from all sides. I swerved hard, my car hitting those at the side, before accelerating forward. Their cry of pain did nothing to ease my rage as I drove over those who couldn't make it out of my way in time. The crunch of their bones and flesh as it shattered under the car's tires filled my ears.

Or am I your first? My whole world disappeared until it was just her sweet pulsing flesh and the hot sounds emanating from the other side of the seat. Two granite dicks pointed at the girl like batons. The other was between my legs. God, why can’t I be inside her now? Waiting was hell. There was nothing that I wanted more than to enter that beautiful slit, pummeling deep with my massive cock. But Kara came first. “Brody! Oh my God! Brody!” She jerked back against my face, shaking and trembling, on the verge of collapsing. “I’m coming! I’m coming so hard!”

Chapter Seventeen- Bad Girls Get Punished Part Three •|•|•| "Oh my god!" I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart racing like a wild horse as we cut through traffic. It is official. I am terrified of this man. Damien Blackwood drives like a maniac, like fast and furious kind of insane driving. I was only able to put my thoughts together once the car slowed down to sixty.

I didn't want to go to work today. I wasn't sure for which reason though. Was I afraid of finding the second wolf in with Alastor? Was it because I was so exhausted from the nightmares that played with me last night like a rag doll? Or was it because a part of me was terrified about what Frank had said? What would I do if I went in and found a man sitting in Alastor's place? But as we finished up the morning chores and I ate through breakfast, chatting nonchalantly, the time still came for me to leave. I hugged everyone goodbye-even the dogs- as I tried to procrastinate. But I was eventually behind the wheel, driving down the long road. Something caught my eye and I found myself pulling over

I got into my car. I drove. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't choose a direction. My hands just gripped the wheel and my foot found the accelerator and the city blurred past the windows in streams of steel and glass and amber light. I drove the way you drive when staying still feels like dying. When the body understands that movement is the only thing keeping it together. Sterling Thorne is my half-brother. The enemy I have been chasing, the missing pieces I couldn't find no matter how many doors I kicked down, were shoved into my face in the cruelest way possible.

He never said it aloud, but I felt the echo of it every time he looked at me like he was weighing past and present on the same scale. “We’ll bring them back,” I said, meaning the crews, the docks, what belonged to us. But part of me meant you too, even if I’d never admit it. The rain had grown heavier by the time we reached the garage. It hammered the concrete outside, turned the world beyond the open bay door into a smear of water and light. Three black SUVs waited, engines idling, headlights bathing the puddles in dull white. I climbed into the middle row of the lead car. Drayan slid in beside me; Kavin took the front passenger seat. Malrik drove. He always drove when it mattered. Somethin

I stood frozen in the middle of the parking lot. The neon light from the nearby diner flickered, casting a sickly yellow glow over the asphalt. Bryan was leaning against his car, smiling and tossing that glowing silver eraser as if it were a common coin. He looked so normal, so safe. But the woman stepping out of the black car, the one who looked exactly like an older version of me, was anything but normal. She held the leather-bound book like a shield. On the cover, the words The Final Draft were written in gold that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat.