Fullmetal Alchemist Izumi Curtis の小説・ストーリー

Curtis murmured. He confessed that the only time he could touch me was when I was in heat. I felt a surge of annoyance. The original Alruna was such a fool. She preferred wildflowers over the rare blooms you kept safe and close. She didn’t know how to treasure what was precious. Good-looking, hardworking, skilled in combat, responsible... I gulped as my gaze slid down his neck, past his chest, and to his defined abs. Curtis tensed when I leaned in and bit the side of his neck—just hard enough to leave a mark. His arms tightened around me when I licked the spot afterward.

Meanwhile inside the chamber the vampire noble lord raked through his black hair which were parted from the middle, a weary expression graced his white face while those red eyes with long lashes stared at the curtains. "I came across a lowly woman down the market, master," Curtis began with his actual news and paused for a moment not having any idea how his highness would react upon the realization. "And she looks exactly like the one from the picture his highness had given me." The confidant closed his eyes and inhaled sharply before spouting those words assuming that a slash would definitely behead him in no time. But to his utter surprise nothing happened and silence hovered in the balco

I leaned my head slightly against Archer's shoulder and said, "I trust you. Let's spend the rest of our lives together as happily as possible." Curtis went back home, feeling lost and miserable. The iron door creaked loudly behind him. Brenda was crouched over on the ground, sorting through the food and supplies they had. She got to her feet when she heard the noise behind her. Her hair was still dripping with sweat as she smiled gently at Curtis and welcomed him home. "Curt! It's been a windy day outside the base, hasn't it? I made some cream of mushroom soup—" Curtis suddenly grabbed her hard by the shoulders, his knuckles turning white.

“’Fraid there’s nothing left to keep.” “Bullshit,” Curtis snarled, his beady eyes narrowing with disbelief. “I smelled that little bitch. No way in hell would you let something like that go without getting some use out of it first.” Though he was burning with rage inside, Razl lifted his shoulder in a lazy shrug. “What can I say? She wasn’t nearly as sturdy as she looked.” Curtis gave a cocky laugh. “So I’m supposed to believe that Shadow Peak’s once golden boy has now gone to the dark side?”

Chiri braced herself, once his shadow’s chilling grip had clutched her ankles tightly. However, Chiri was surprised to be spared from this eventuality by Cazer’s faithful spy Selphir. His form rising from the ground beneath her, Selphir calmly submerged the shadows under Curtis’s control. Then, like a ripple on the tide settled back into the darkened pool of her shadow. Effortlessly subdued, Curtis gnashed his teeth together. Irate his assault had been deflected and left dissatisfied by the outcome, Curtis snarled, “You’ll suffer for this at the next gathering, Sister!”

All she could see was a sturdy and stern looking man in the front of the staircase with his torso slightly exposed in that white shirt and the muscles he had were worth drooling. Curtis had glowing golden irises which were slightly darker than the rest of the werewolves. And it was definitely a sign for others to respect his presence and decisions. Of course, he was the personal messenger of the noble alpha Lord Cyrus Rhaziel, and even royal bloods were obliged to obey him since the king was behind him. "How bold of you to attempt to breach the rules," Curtis glided down the golden staircase which rested in the middle of the hall. While his sleek black hair tied in a long ponytail with a gol

Rima rolled her eyes. “Well if he was then I do not need to say anything about Penn finally losing it do I?” Curtis said drily and when Rima released an annoyed little growl of frustration Curtis decided that Playing with her was enough. “I am not a traitor, I prefer the or something part in your statement.” “You are not selling us out, are you?” Rima asked worried as Curtis stood up and looked at Rima straight in the eyes. “For me to sell you out that means that I am being paid or compensated someway, I am not selling anybody out.” Curtis stated firmly as Rima released all her tension through an exhale then she hugged Curtis while Curtis froze.

Marlena provides me with a short lightweight casual dress to cover. “Curtis,” Vance announces through his teeth, emitting his dark despotic aura through his channeled anger. “Your time is up.” Wait, what? Malik is Curtis? I was with Curtis the entire time! “What in the world………”

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”