Far Cry 5 Eli の小説・ストーリー

Eli seems only half-convinced, and once Kelly and this guy are finally separated, he clears his throat. “I’m going to need the name of the guy who just sucked face with my sister,” he says firmly. “And I need to know where you’re from, and whether you have a criminal record, and—” Kelly slaps Eli’s shoulder, and that quiets him instantly, and I’m laughing so hard I’ve just about let loose those tears I was forming a moment ago when saying goodbye to her.

“He’s been standing in that exact spot since he got here, not saying a word. It’s just weird and so not like the Damian I knew back in New York.” We watched the group for a while until a loud “Mama!” reached our ears from the baby monitor as Theo woke up and Cassie went back inside to fetch him. “Eli will be here just now,” Elle said enthusiastically, barely able to contain her excitement. “He forced the closure of certain deals so that he could be here for Theo’s birthday, and I can’t wait to see him again. It’s been too long.” I poured myself a glass of punch and took a sip before I responded. “Are you and Eli close?”

“What the hell are you doing?” Eli stepped out of the shadows, dressed in black, smirking like he’d already won. “You always were too trusting. Your father ruined mine. Took everything. I’m just returning the favor.” “You’re insane.” Eli clicked his tongue. “No. I’m desperate. And desperate men do ugly things.” Carson tried to shove him off, but another man punched him hard in the gut, doubling him over. The world spun. He heard Eli give an order. “Finish it.”

I stood there with my hand still open and watched my five year old cross the cobblestones and stop directly in front of Cyrus Wray. Cyrus looked down. The market kept going around them. Honey in small glass jars. A radio playing something with too much accordion. A woman at the tomato stall making her feelings about the price very clear to a patient vendor. All of it completely ordinary. None of it touching the two of them standing there. "Are you my dad?" Clear. Direct. No preamble. That was Eli. He never built up to things. He just said them and waited. Cyrus went still.

Riana asked, her curiosity sharpening. Lydia finally turned on the television in the Miller family living room. The news of Eli and Selena’s appearance was a headline no channel could afford to ignore. Including the one Lydia happened to select. “Eli is the biological child of Chase Miller.” Riana shot to her feet. Her body froze in front of the screen. The hand that had been holding her favorite cup of lemon tea began to tremble, nearly letting it slip from her grasp—luckily, Lydia was quick enough to catch it.

Zaria only reached a little distance in the living room, walking, when she suddenly passed out, startling the three people who were watching her. "Oh God, Young Madam!" "Ria!" *** "At last, you're back. I thought you had forgotten this place!" Elian's friend commented. They were sitting in Elian's office, talking while drinking coffee. "Yeah." "I was shocked when I received your call to have you picked up." "Yeah." "Why the dark face and a dry reply, brother? What did you experience there?" His friend frowned. "Did something-" Elian Anderson eventually could not keep it in. He felt heavy in his heart and he needed to let it all out. "I'm married."

Maybe longer. It was so long that his arms and legs seemed to lose all feeling. Then, the shrill ring of his phone shattered the silence. The moment he answered, his mother's furious voice exploded through the speaker. "Julian, what did you say to Elaine?! She ran home crying, and now, she's threatening to kill herself! I told you to take good care of your sister, didn't I?" Under normal circumstances, Julian would have remained calm, collected, and completely unshaken. Not this time, however. He drew a long breath before letting out a bitter laugh.

My tone and voice were sharp, reflecting all the feelings I had bottled up. He fell silent. His face tensed, as if he wasn’t ready to face my firmness. "I—I don’t know where to start. In these five years... I've realized something." I held back a bitter laugh. "In these five years, I’ve realized many things, one of which is that life without you has turned out to be easier than I thought." My words bit, and I knew they were painful for him. He bit his lip, as if holding back something.

“You don't want to kill me, please.” “Stay down,” I screamed at Eli, sweat dripping from my head. “You are going to lead me to where Lyla is, and I dare you, try something foolish.” Leilani nodded vigorously. “No funny business,” she said. “Get up,” I said to Eli. “Pass me your gun.” If I did not contact my brothers in five minutes, they would storm the building. Eli passed the gun to me. “Now stand.” He clutched his ribs, his shirt soaked with his blood. “You can just leave her,” he spat out. “Her pussy is not that special.”

God, sometimes it’s the only way I can let myself release. “My turn,” Eli announces, taking the focus off me. We go around the circle, apparently all deciding to play safe in the truth category. I learn that the weirdest place Lucy has had sex has been the bathroom of a cruise ship, and that Eli cheated on her final math exam in high school. “I'm a dance major,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I don't need to be good at math.” When it comes around to me again, I square my shoulders, feeling brave.