George Weasley Ear の小説・ストーリー

“Huh? My mom’s a succubus? “But she doesn’t have ears. I don’t either. “You do,” Owen said, reaching out to pat the top of my head. Strangely enough, I really felt something extra there. His hand was cool; mine felt hot. The fragmented wall decorations reflected my face. On my head was a pair of semi-transparent, soft, jelly-like ears. “What the hell is this?!” I touched my ears, staring at the reflection. “I really grew ears?” “You didn’t suddenly grow them. You’ve always had them. Your ability just hasn’t awakened yet. It’s still weak.”

"For two skilled werewolves like us, that is more than enough." "How did you know that? About the ritual." Zezi could hear little clicks, like things were falling right in place. Her heart raced. It was indeed happening. "I found it out." He winked at her, going on one kneel, and pressing his ear to the wall, listening. "All we have to do is get out this castle, blend into the crowd in the street and we will be here in a heartbeat." It was official. George was crazy! "You think they will not hear our heartbeats?"

It had turned into very strange-looking ones. Sigrid pursed her lips as she knew that George was the one who did that. She secretly scolded him for being lustful. When she picked up the clothes and looked at it, she was immediately exasperated. What the hell was this? Why was it so revealing? There was even a tail on the tiny pair of shorts! Furthermore, after taking all the clothes out, she saw the...cat ears?? Sigrid hadn't expected George to like this kind of thing!

I added, shoving my hands in my pockets before walking away. "Wait, Greg. That doesn't explain anything." He yelled after me. "Greg! You didn't even greet Keith!" He tried once again. "Greg!" He yelled in defeat. "Bye, Eugey!" I yelled as I saw Earl in my field of vision. He was meditating, I think. I wasn't really an expert on Wizards or whatever Earl was. All I knew was that he lacked the stench that came with being a Werewolf meaning he wasn't one.

Or maybe she was just being pathetic, letting this thoughts run through her head. "What the fuck is that even suppose to mean?" George snarled, he had his fist clenched so tightly that it could seize all the blood running through his veins. "Okay guys! Please calm down." A childlike voice interrupted. All heads turned to see a slim petite girl with a round face. She had button nose and full plum lips with a black underline which squeaked out the words as she stared at each and everyone with her almond shaped eyes which held a jet black pupil and not so white iris.

As she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of a figure standing by the glass window. George, dressed in a suit and tie, met her gaze. At that moment, the surrounding noise drowned down and everything became quiet. “George…” Ninian stood up when she also saw George. She was stunned and at a loss. Harold was not surprised. He was holding an inconspicuous black metallic object in his hand, similar to the Bluetooth earbud George was wearing. George had heard their conversation. After exchanging glances for a while, George approached her. He frowned, and a thousand words were written on his expression.

This wasn’t a live view. Earl reached out his hand to take my phone, knowing it would be horrible for me to watch. I shook my head. I needed to watch this. The man uncoiled the whip. Kacela grinned at him. “So, you get your jollies off hurting girls, huh George?” she asked. “You always do it here or do you have somewhere private you can listen to them scream? It seems like this is an awfully public place.”

"Who dares to cause trouble in the George residence?" A deafening voice rang across the room. The sound waves of the voice rushed over and attacked everyone indiscriminately, including Woody. "Do you have a death wish? Release Mr. George right now!" Everyone had looks of agony on their faces as their eardrums ached from the loud voice. Even Theo's men were affected by this. What a truly horrible ally! How could he so arrogantly barge in and attack even his own allies?

"It is better to get used to it because then you will be able to associate different sounds with what they truly are." "What exactly do you mean?" Aileen tried to ask a question, but someone cut her off. As Aileen studied him, she noticed the black ears on top of his head twitching against his black outfit. The guy was aware that she was staring at him, so he gave her a tiny bow. When he raised his head again, he had a grin on his lips, and his adorable fangs were visible.

George's POV The link, newly forged screamed with her agony. "Your Highness!" I heard Edward’s voice tinged with instant worry. Hands, warm and familiar, were gripping my arms, trying to steady me. My vision swam. "What is it, George? What's wrong?" Edward’s voice seemed nearer now, persistent. “Wendy,” I finally gasped, the word a hoarse whisper. “It’s Wendy. I feel… I feel her pain.”