Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas の小説・ストーリー

His body went still, his lifeless eyes staring at me as tears streamed down my face. Gunshots and dying screams filled the air, but I couldn't move. My back pressed against the SUV, paralyzed by fear. Memories flooded in—gunfire, blood, screams. The weight of the past bore down on me, my chest tightening as panic gripped me. “Move!” A guard barked, firing a shot just over my head. My hands flew to cover my ears. The chaos around me blurred—the crack of gunfire, the shouts of men, the groans of the injured fading into a dull roar. My breaths came in shallow gasps, my chest tightening further until I felt like I was suffocating.

"But neither should I fall prey to his games, nor for that matter anybody in this pack." Liam's face remained furrowed, a look of deep concern etched upon it. "I know what you're saying, and I agree completely, but on the other side, our guys witnessed their buddies being slaughtered-their throats ripped open and their bodies mutilated. It's hard when fear like this doesn't erase itself.” I nodded, acknowledging his point. Actually, the seeds of fear had already been instilled in their hearts. No amount of rationale or strategy could delete the sights seared into their brains-the blood, the lifeless bodies of their comrades, the smell of death still hanging in the air.

Vittoria’s POV It was noon when we reached Las Vegas. The dry desert air was a stark contrast to the cold morning we had left behind. A black car drove to meet us and we slid into the passenger seat and signaled for the driver to move. As we weaved through the traffic I glanced at Mr Palazzo, unable to shake the question that had been in my mind. “Is Mr Lombardi coming?” He turned to me with an expressionless gaze, “No.” I pressed my lips together, annoyed with myself for asking the question.

(Livia) The fire in his eyes scared me greatly. I've never seen Luciano so angry before. His actions frightened me as tears rained down my face. He was nothing but a vicious beast thirsty for blood "Lu please...what...please stop it!"I tried to stop him. Crying my heart out as he tied me up. His face flushed with anger, and his nose flared in complete disdain. I didn't want to see the monster he had suddenly turned into. So frightening as he tightened the ropes around my wrists causing me excruciating pain which had my eyes watering non-stop

The way Nevea’s black eyes looked at her made Lola shiver in fear. What she felt right now was pure fear, one that she always felt when she fought with a strong rogue. “Nevea?” Lola tried to call again as she stepped backward carefully. Her heart had started drumming the instant her eyes locked with Nevea’s. “You look scared,” Nevea said. Her tone was laced with coldness. Lola stared at Nevea as if she was another person. Lola had never seen Nevea’s eyes turn black or heard Nevea’s icy tone. It only made her fear grow even bigger to Nevea.

POV: Atlas “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY GOT THROUGH AGAIN?” I snarled, my vision tinting red in rage. I took a couple of ragged breaths as I pushed back the desire to punch my Beta in the face. ‘Mate is near, we are going to scare her if you keep this up.’ Lobo sighed, realizing that I was losing my grip and he’d have to drop his anger to be the logical one for the moment. ‘Fuck! I just… FUCK!’ I growled back, continuing to take deep breaths and running my hands through my hair.

Luciano Fear was such a shitty feeling. It had this way of clawing at your heart, nicking it so that it bled in the wrong places. Two whole fucking hours and I hadn't seen Raven yet. I hadn't heard a thing either. Not Ater that scream from earlier. Fuck! I didn't know what to think. I didn't even want to. It would be all morbid thoughts and I refused to think or imagine in the slightest that Raven was dead.

But as our lips connected, I was once again given a glimpse of something. It was Lobo walking alone in a strange place, There were flames behind him, and what looked like lava coming out of the ground. He had a menacing look on his face. He growled at something I couldn't see. And then it was gone just as quickly as I saw it. I pulled away from him in surprise. "What just happened?" He asked me. "I saw you. Walking in a place surrounded by flams, even the ground had lava coming out of it." Lobo frowned, "What else did you see?"

When the plane landed, the afternoon sun was fierce, glaring through the window and making it hard to open my eyes. I walked out of the airport with my small suitcase, and a dry wind carrying the scent of dust hit my face. I squinted, pulling up the collar of my jacket. The view outside the car window quickly faded from the bustling Vegas Strip to an endless expanse of red rock and desert. "The Oasis," the Costello family's largest money-laundering hub in Nevada, and also its most notorious den of vice.

That loneliness justified monsters. Another explosion thundered somewhere nearby. The entire room shook hard enough to crack part of the ceiling overhead. Dust rained down. Then came screaming. Not distant this time. Very close. Human screaming. Followed immediately by gunfire. Then silence. Vale’s face drained of color. “He’s here.” Ava felt him too. Closer. The connection burned hot inside her chest now. Pain. Fury. And beneath it Fear. L-001 was afraid for her.