Fiona Miss Peregrine の小説・ストーリー

"What is it you want from me?" "Answers," Elias said. "I need answers from you." "If I have them, I will give them to you," Ruth muttered. "Oh, I'm sure you have them," Elias said. "Tell me about your daughter." "Fiona," Ruth said. "That's the Luna and-" "Claire," Elias cut in. "Claire Fischer. That is the daughter we have in our records. Where does this Fiona come from?" Ruth looked straight at Elias as she said, "Fiona was my first daughter. I had her with Charles before we became officially mated, that was why nobody knew. I was not born in this pack."

Fiona said bluntly. Before she came, Fiona sprayed Hormone Perfume on her clothes. It was a well-known perfume with aphrodisiac properties. Men didn't need to love her. As long as his body functioned properly, just the smell of the perfume would evoke a physical response in him. Due to her profession, Fiona was familiar with these devious techniques and used them skillfully. "Fiona, you should be thankful for the child in your belly. If it weren't for this child, it would be questionable if you were alive right now," Damon said coldly as he was about to get up.

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

Maybe they are dying too after a long. The man walked towards the petite standing in the kitchen in front of the kitchen slab. She was wearing a white spaghetti top along with knee-length shorts. Those eyes that used to have glints earlier now lost the liveliness. That is the point he hates most. She has the most beautiful blue eyes like a sapphire. And those sapphires looked like some prized possession to him. He traced his fingers on her bare skin. The shivering made him laugh. Grabbing her petite from behind he inhaled a sharp breath while dipping his nose on the crook of her neck. She didn't move from her place but released the grip around the knife she was holding to chop the vegetables

Then the chair turned around and Abigail looked as if she was staring at a ghost. When Daniel looked to see who it was, he was shocked. Azazel the prince of Hell and Abbaddon’s twin brother stood before him. The long black hair, the bright blue eyes, the angular jaw, Daniel knew that face. He knew that voice. It was Azazel that was responsible for training him on collecting souls, and “correcting'' him whenever he made a mistake. After seeing Azazel Daniel quickly exited Abigail’s nightmare with a new understanding of why this soul was so important to Lucifer. She was the mother of the Cambion. The one who was prophesied to kill the forgiven nephilim. Daniel just wished he knew who the Cambi

she said surprising the council members. “It’s no secret the first prince is the rightful heir of the throne. After all, the previous Queen was from a royal family while you are her handmaiden who came from a fisherman family. Indeed, chicken can never be a phoenix,” Abigail said. “And just like that, a chicken could never give birth to a phoenix and rise to the skies. Just like Crown Prince,” Abigail mocked. “You!!” The Queen Got up to slap Abigail but before she could lay a finger on Abigail, Orion already drew his sword and placed it near her wrist. Even if she moves her hand a little, her hand would cut.

“You can’t lose these. You’ll need them to enter the game house and remain in the game.” “Thanks, Phil.” We walked out of the office feeling oddly enthusiastic. Leo hugged me tight, whispering “Stay calm” every now and then. “Well, well, well…” A slender, model-looking woman walked toward us. “Who do we have here? If it isn’t our legendary gamer couple—Leo and Raven. Neorix’s top stars.” Fiona. Also known as Neorix’s model gamer—and secretly called the witch of the gaming world. She was known for sabotaging games and tricking her rivals to win. She was the last person I expected to see today, but I knew exactly why she was here.

In my mind's eye, the barrier was a complex web woven from threads of malicious, shimmering energy. This was... a mental barrier? "Surprised?" Fiona's voice came from behind me. I turned to see her gliding toward me, the same sweet smile from the gala on her face. "You?" "Of course, me." She stopped in front of me, her smile turning cruel. "Did you really think all I could do was play the victim?" "You..." I stared at her in shock. "You're not a normal Omega." "Finally figured it out?" Fiona circled me like a predator sizing up its prey. "I'm a psychic-class Omega, one of the rarest breeds. And you?" She raked her eyes over me. "You're just a broken-down healer."