Enhypen Lucifer の小説・ストーリー

My back arched off the bed, my body already so worked up that I knew I wouldn't last long. My body was on fire, my skin already coated in a layer of sweat my breathing laboured. Lucifer was a drug, one I had convinced myself I could live without. But I was wrong, so fucking wrong it hurt. "You taste like honey, so fucking sweet and perfect," Lucifer said against my pussy, his voice vibrating against me in all the right way, making me cry out. "I'm going to-" The sentence died on my lips as Lucifer circled his tongue over my clit, his fingers moving in a similar motion sending me falling over the edge.

"I rebelled. And we both know how that turned out." I swallowed hard, my mind reeling. "So, what? You're saying I should just suck it up and stay put?" Lucifer laughed, a sharp bark that echoed off the obsidian walls. "Hell no, darling. I'm saying you need to be smarter than I was." He stood, pacing before me with fluid grace. "This gilded cage, as you so eloquently put it, it's not meant to trap you. It's meant to protect you. But I see now that it's become suffocating."

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

Lyra shook her head as she took another step forward, "I do not expect you to believe anything. After all, I am telling the truth.” Adrian scoffed, and turned around. Maybe this was a show of some sort. Maybe there were even spy cameras around him. As unlikely as that was, Adrian would rather believe that than believe that Lyra was now a representative of one of the most powerful werewolf groups in the entire country. "This some kind of joke?" he hissed, Lyra sighed, she was obviously done with his disbelief, "If you're asking whether I'm actually an official representative of the Crescent Court…" she smiled calmly and shrugged, “You have their number, you are free to check.”

"I've made a terrible mistake, Lilith... I shouldn't have left you, I was stupid, I didn't appreciate what I had." He then stepped closer. "I've been thinking." "If we..." I immediately took one step back. His smile faltered immediately. "Lilith?" "What exactly are you trying to say?" He swallowed hard and smiled again. "I'm saying maybe we could start over." I stared at him in disbelief. He actually meant it. "I know you've become Luna now, but surely we could still..." "Stop." I spat and he froze mid sentence. "I said stop." My voice has hardened.

If I didn’t know what it was capable of—how it could end humanity—I might’ve fought to keep it alive. But I do. And I just want this whole godsdamned thing over. Lucifer insists on carrying me out of Persephone and Hades’ suite and up the stairs to our bed. “My love, I’m so happy,” he says, laying me down gently. He kisses me, deeply and full of passion. All I feel is hate. He’s aroused. I can feel it. He wants to celebrate, to claim me, to make this moment his. I’m trying to think of a way to get out of having to fuck him when—miraculously—a very real, very big yawn escapes me.

Cath screams as she watches her mother turn to ashes. "Juliet!!". Officer John shouted. Cath couldn't endure it any longer. She screamed out. Everyone had to close their ears so as not to get deaf. Tony moved back and the dagger fell from his hand. Before they could sense what was going on, standing before them was a huge dark Lycan whose eyes were full of anger and vengeance.

Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold. *** WASHINGTON D.C. FBI HEADQUARTERS

“But right now? We need Katherine. And if you find her, you can laugh at everything.” *** Lucifer slipped into the house, exhaustion pulling at his bones. He hadn't slept in days. He has to rotate from babysitting to being on his foot and working. He barely had time to breathe before the familiar sound of little feet came tearing toward him. “Uncle!” they squealed in unison,their arms flying around his waist and their giggles bubbling up as they clung to him. Lucifer chuckled, bending just enough to hug them back but keeping his grip light. “Easy now,” he said, breathless, brushing hair from their faces. “I’m all sweaty. You shouldn’t get too close.”