Fairy Tail Hibiki 소설 & 이야기

She had that soft expression on her face and her adorable eyes were sparkling. “If this is what you really chose to do then I must say I like you,” Hikari stated. “You really are a great princess like your mother. The only thing I hate about you and your mother is that, you love too much. Love yourself often, will you?” Mizuko nodded. They talked more about her mother and what Hikari used to hate about Hanabi. Then after talking about it, the conversation went on to Kenshi and his games. They both agree that Kenshi was a bit of a gamer. He was like a game maker in Souzou.

"Huek… it feels really weird. What is this made of?" "Purple twig bush and octopus ink. It is very effective in healing internal wounds when consumed regularly every day." "So I have to keep drinking this?" I asked, looking disdainfully at the empty glass in my hand. The woman nodded. "You have to drink it in order to make a full recovery," sighed Ponytail Elvian meekly.

It surely had a way of loosening Uncle Fernandez's tongue on many occasions. “Alpha Kyle loves this particular drink. In fact, it’s not even a whisky; it’s only masked as one. It is a rare fermented brew made by a vampire around these parts of town for the elite sanguine vampires. Thus, finding it is nearly impossible if you don’t belong to those social circles. Having it waiting for him will show that you went all out just to please him,” Hilda offers. Ahh. So this is an ace up my sleeve then. Wait? Had she said, vampire?

kibit-balikat niyang tugon bago tinungga ang bote ng beer. Napangiwi naman ang kanyang kasama nang ibaba niya ang hawak na bote. Siya ang uminom pero tila si Katarina ang nalasing. Maarteng kinuha nito ang basong may lamang juice bago sumipsip sa straw. Gusto niyang pagtawanan ang pinsan dahil kahit ngayon na nasa hustong gulang na ay hindi pa rin ito umiinom ng alak. "Maiihi ka lang niyan, Kat, pero hindi malalasing. Ang weak mo, my dear cousin," pang-iinis niya pero hindi naman tumalab.

She might have to send them home soon. Akari and Nikolai finished every evening with a nightcap before bed. Niko called the drink a Saffron, saying it was because of the color, a kind of orangey gold. It was made by mixing three different liqueurs, and was extremely potent. Nikolai said it was his favorite drink and he liked one before bed each night. Akari had begun drinking a small glass with him since it helped him relax. On one memorable occasion, Nikolai had dribbled some all over her body, paying special attention to her crease, and licked it off her until she begged for mercy.

he says with a dashing smile. “It’s Nalani,” I correct him as I write down their orders. “Anything to drink besides water?” “I would like a glass of the Rose Armand de Brignac and I would like it poured from an unopened bottle,” says Holly arrogantly. I’m starting to dislike this slayer. “I’m sorry, Miss, but we only sell that by the bottle,” I gently inform her. “I didn’t ask for the bottle, did I?” she says with a patronising smile.

Sakura placed the order: a sashimi platter, aonori tofu, kinpira, and oolong tea for both. “You’re not drinking?” Heri asked curiously. “I thought Japanese people usually drink in places like this.” Sakura laughed quietly. “I don’t drink. Alcohol and I don’t get along… That night you found me? I actually didn’t want to drink at all. But… I’d already joined the nomikai before I realized.” “You were forced to go?” Heri tilted his head. “Not really…” Sakura replied softly. “That day’s work was really stressful, and my coworkers invited me to the izakaya to unwind. So I went… and yeah, things got out of hand.”

By them, I realize there are various small animals and bugs all around us in cages and jars. Tarot takes a seat at the table, moving the candle back. As if in some kind of ritual, she pours an eerie green liquid from a crystal decanter into a unique hand-blown serving glass and sets an ornate silver spoon across the top of it. Setting a sugar cube on the spoon, she moves it beneath the tiny spigot of a valved water carafe, watching as the slow drip of water leaches the sugar into the drink. “Ya’ll should finish ya drink, Pritty Fae.” It’s as she takes her first sip from the absinthe, ironically also known as the green fairy, watching me over the rim of the glass with those eyes of hers, that

I got the feeling if she had to be alone with him much longer, he’d be admitted to the ICU. “That son of a bitch.” Hibiki shouted, slamming the door as he stormed into Forrest’s room. We all turned to look at him. I don’t know him well, but what I had gleaned from Darius’s interaction with him yesterday and how Riko’s talked about him, Hibiki is the more level-headed of the marriage. “Hibiki? What happened?” Yūri asked, getting to her feet.

I protested from inside his necklace. "Shut up, don't let people know you're here, and... I don't want to get drunk." He straightened his suit, then he walked into this classic looking pub and smiled at a woman. The woman looked half sober and half drunk, for she was downing a beer. "I'm looking for something more dangerous than all that drinking." "What's that?" "Wizards." "I think you prefer beer, I think you like Gin or Vodka." Hyun Ki said to her. And now, he sat next to the blonde woman.