Fatale Homme の小説・ストーリー

The gentleman seemed unamused. “Leave us alone before I call the cops.” Fatima furrowed her eyebrows. That voice is too familiar to her yet she doesn’t remember who it is from. The old man scoffed and tried punching the man but he caught his fist and twisted his arm. “AHHHH!” The screams of the old man catch the attention of other people. They all stared at Fatima, the gentleman, and the old man. “Who are you, huh, kid?” “Someone you shouldn’t mess with.” The gentleman smiled and the old man scoffed. He was about to punch again but they were interrupted by another man.

When she stopped, she glanced at Elisia before looking at the man sitting beside her. Elisia saw her sister sighed then looked at her again. "If this is not your husband, then who the hell is he? Why are you with him?" Elisia was about to answer but she was surprised when the man stood up and walked towards the mini bar. Athanasia, also confused with the man's gesture, gave her a warning stare. The man took a bottle of wine, opened it then poured it on a glass before turning around to face the two sisters. "I'm Thane Cromwel and I'm supposed to be dead. But that woman ruined everything so now I'm here, dragged by her because I want her to turn me back where I belong." The man said with gritt

She pinched her cheeks to ensure she wasn’t dreaming and screamed in delight when she felt the pain. “Yes! I’m fated with Redrigo McArthur X. Montenegro!” she shouted. “Amen,” came a man’s voice. “God? Is that you?” Katleya asked, looking around. “Yes. I am God. God of org*sm. Roar,” said the man, still hidden from Katleya’s view. “Hey! Who are you? Pervert!” Katleya shouted. A man suddenly jumped down from a tree and landed in front of her.

Instead of standing here talking, you should be the first on site to inflict the worst injuries. - I know, you’re right. - But then, what are we still doing here? Let’s go. - Apryl… this man… is… I… oh my God. - But tell me, tell me everything, I want to know everything. - This man was named John and this John… - What? - This John is actually Alberto! - I don’t understand. I sit back in the chair; I think I’m hearing wrong. - What do you mean by this John is Alberto? I don’t understand.

The alpha-thing inside Lucian tightened, and his shadow fell across the man like an eclipse. “You listen,” Lucian said. His voice was soft and low. It had the weight of the river in it. “You will not rise on our land. You will not touch our people. Tell your masters that message. Tell the dark that your place is at the edge of our sight. Take your dying words and nail them to the wind.” The man laughed. He spat again. Then someone in our pack struck the man’s jaw. The rogue slumped. Blood seeped out. He stopped laughing.

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

While the man who stood right before me did not have a big head of gold, the man was a wicked and heartless person who I knew was going to make people cry. Everyone stood there watching him, no one challenged him, and not even Silas said anything. I know the man who was lying on the ground must have done something but that was not any reason for him to do what he did. However, as if that wasn't enough, he picked up his sword and before I could blink an eye, he cut off his neck; the blood splashed on Laurent's face, he licked his blood laughing sinisterly, creeping me out, my eyes widened. He was a creep.

That man deserves a painful death. “When I found out that Riley was my mate, I was beyond ecstatic, I was on cloud nine but he threatened to kill her like he did with mom and I had no choice than to reject her something I always regret. I always look at myself and see myself as a failure. Am sorry” He said as he finally breaks down into tears. “It is okay. Am sorry for the way I acted” I said as I hug him… That son of a bitch will pay…..

welsh revealed to the captain that there was no fingerprint at the murder wepon, with a angry voice the captain replied " Detective Welsh you have three days, I want to see result" At Mr.Ralph's office, Mr.Ralph dialed a number "where are you now?", "Come to my office now" He requested, "Am on my way", with a deep bass voice a man replied. Mr Ralph, who was restless, was waiting at his office, thirty minutes later, a tall huge man, with a thick black Beard, wearing a hoodie, walked inside Mr.Ralph's office. Mr.Ralph, wearing a smiling face, greeted him, hugged the man. The man removed his hoodie, revealing himself to be the intruder that killed the unnamed man at the hotel, "Jude welcome" Mr

You look like Slender Man," He says, then bursts into laughter. ''Ha ha ha really funny. Now stop it.'' I say this in a serious tone. '' I am sorry,'' he says, pulling himself together. '' So give the details of your deadly plan,'' he says, turning his back and pulling out of his cupboard a box of pancake mix. ''First, have you gotten any new information from my father?'' ''No everything I found is a dead end. It's like this man has never existed. '' '' Now the day that I found Bella dead near her body was a note. A note with two names in it. Alberto Vittorio and Dominick Costello. I don't know who they are, but from what I can tell, they belong to the mafia world.''