Fall Of Cadia Novel の小説・ストーリー

The room seemed to freeze in that moment, the sound of El Cado’s life leaving his body the only thing filling the air. El Cado’s body slumped to the ground, lifeless, as blood pooled around him. Dante stood over him, his breathing steady, his heart pounding, but there was no satisfaction in the victory. Only the cold, empty feeling that came with knowing there would be no more betrayals, no more threats. El Cado was gone, but the scars he had left would remain.

Marcie was spewing nonsense as a result of envy but now, she fell out of Caddaric’s good books and into his bad ones. Chad arrived, panting as if a lion had chased him out of his office. When he saw the two girls in front of Caddaric, he was disturbed. Caddaric was always good to women but he looked rather upset. He didn't need the reason why Caddaric asked for him as the latter spoke as soon as he got close.

The sound of the door closing still echoed in my mind, a harsh reminder of Cade's rejection. CADE’S POV I stood alone on the desolate field, the cool breeze whispering against my skin as I struggled to calm the turmoil within. The vast expanse of green stretched before me, a stark contrast to the darkness that dwelled within. Falling in love wasn't meant for me. It was a luxury I couldn't afford, a vulnerability I couldn't risk. The weight of my past mistakes anchored me to a life of solitude. Ten years had passed since that fateful night, yet the memories still lingered, haunting me like a specter. The ghosts of my conscience taunted me, reminding me of the irreparable harm I'd inflicted on

Up here, removed from the street level of things, you could see the shape of how it all fitted together. I looked at the city and I thought about the board members who had resigned. About the audit beginning Monday. About the evidence Vivian had been collecting before her accident, sitting in encrypted files on her computer that Mr. Walter had helped me access. Below me the city moved in its indifferent, beautiful way. Cars like slow lights. Buildings holding their ground against the dark. The river catches the glow of everything around it and throws it back up into the sky. I thought about the young woman in the photograph,seventeen or eighteen years old, standing in front of a building, al

Lia lost her stamina due to the freakishly long heels she wore, and she fell to the ground. She looked at Caden with pain in her eyes. How could he do this to her? All she ever did was love him! "Leave before her call security." Caden frowned and returned to his computer. Lia lashed on the floor angrily before standing up and walking out.

He swallows when his eyes drop to my fist. “Laia is not who we think she is… Alpha…” Caden says, and I almost laugh at whatever joke he’s trying to pull, because what the hell does that even mean, I try to picture that fragile, silver-eyed beauty as something else, but it doesn’t fit, it doesn’t click

Lily literally falls for every hot dude she meets either in good circumstances or bad ones. “He is the Bratva’s first son, Vincenzo Salvatore De Luca.” My jaw ticked and my fingers dug into my palms, almost drawing out blood at the mention of his name. “Oh my gosh! He is so hot!” “Let’s go, Lily. I need to speak to Dad.” I walked past the dreamy girl, who wished she could have Vincenzo towering over her while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But she had no idea that the devil does none of that.

He stood on the balcony in the cold wind all night. When he returned to the bedroom, he found that my mother had jumped out of the window. That night, it poured. The rain washed away the blood from my mother's corpse. Cade rushed over and held me tight, letting me punch him repeatedly. He kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay…" But he chose Summer as his new fling. As Mrs. Finley, what dignity do I have left? That night, Cade did not come home. The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him.

With a rush of excitement, she hurried towards the sculpture, her fingers delicately tracing the curves and lines that mirrored her own form. As she stood before the masterpiece, Nymeria couldn't help but be in awe of the remarkable skill and artistry that had brought the sculpture to life. A profound sense of connection surged through her, as if the artist had somehow glimpsed into her very soul. Just as Nymeria spun around, eager to share her exhilaration with Caden, he suddenly collapsed to the floor, unconscious. The elders, observing Caden's collapse, couldn't help but chuckle amongst themselves, assuming that he had simply indulged in far too much drink.

Snow began falling again in the afternoon, thick and dense, pounding the tall windows of Cassel Estate like fine needles that never tire. The night felt colder than usual—as if winter itself had sharpened the increasingly brutal scent of war between Adrian and Clarisse. In the Cassel family’s private living room, Damian placed a document in a black folder and handed it to Enola. His sharp eyes watched his wife, who was now sitting on a long chair with Nova in her lap, while Neo slept in a wool-covered baby swing.