Ghostface Stu Macher の小説・ストーリー

He called me too. We walked outside the gazebo as we saw a man was setting something on a big rectangular machine. Another man came holding a big shotgun. My eyes popped out. Is he also a Mafia man?? "Ready!!" Joey shouted at the man, near the machine before adjusting the barrel. Abruptly the man pulled the lever of the machine followed by a loud screeching sound and a disc came out of the machine and flew up in the air. Joey narrowed his eyes at the front sight of the gun and pulled the trigger and BAM...

I peer around the darkened corner and he calls out, “Mac, you here?” I listen and I know that Stace is down here doing the exact same thing as me. Flattened against a wall somewhere listening to the fucker. I wonder how fast his heart is beating? “Mac!” He calls again. “What’s the problem?” Stace eventually replies as he appears around the back corner. “The gasket in the rotator is gone.” Stace’s knowing eyes hold his. The tension between them is thick. “No, they aren’t. That’s a blatant lie,” Stace replies calmly.

The masked guy started to make a noise in pain when Juliana again sprayed that pepper spray in his eyes. His strength on Juliana's hand weakend, Juliana quickly pulled her hand away and took that mask off from his face. Patting his eyes, he was groaning in pain. Juliana smirked and said, " Finally, caught you, Mr stalker". But time stopped for a moment when Juliana saw his face. He looked very handsome. Juliana took out her water bottle and while extending her hand holding bottle, she said, "Here, take it".

Complementing it were his high nose bridge. This ghost looked every bit like a businessman. His attire fuelled that suspicion. Maybe he was one before his death. His poker face expression was an A plus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a ghost or it was just his deadly pale lips or his ashen body that made his whole face which lacked expression, deadly.

The only thing that reminded Mark that he was looking at a robot was 2Pac’s gunmetal silver skin and his artificially glowing eyes. It was time to fight again, and Mark waited for the right time to press the Ghost Mode button on a touchscreen located on his suit’s hydraulic forearm, which would turn his body into a phantom for a few seconds using a quantum magnetic pulse. Mark waited for the right time to activate the Ghost Mode feature. His nerves misfired a little, but he tried to keep thinking about his son and how he was fighting for him.

Machine crouched down in front of the man. The scent of urine took up the tiny room in the basement of RSS. “ah dude, he just pissed himself.” Machine said, scrunching up his face. I just chuckled. “You are talking about cutting off appendages, but yet a little piss grosses you out.” my tone sounded amused. “Fuck you, Ghost.” He chided back as he stood up to walk around the chair. “I think we will start with this little guy,” Machine said sweetly, pulling on the guy’s ear.

I will pay you back in full I promise. "No need to. We seem to have a fun way of coping . " "I love your way." I spotted my PJ top at the far corner of my bed and I crawled out of the covers to put it on. "I promise to tell you . Its only fair Blue." This guy isn't human. He's a machine . Okay he's human because I saw Angelo not the CEO or father but a guy I like .Oh hell my scars. He's seen them. I have to come clean before I can think of anything else. He showed me his flames and taught me how to handle them . I have to show him mine .

He asks. I nod and say, “Have any tips?” “Come on,” he says and gestures for me to follow him. He brings me over to a ring near the betting box where a tall, extremely mean looking guy covered in prison tattoos is going through combos with a slightly shorter dude with gigantic arms. “The tall one goes by Machine. He’s the favourite to win every time he shows up. People love him. He’s ruthless and brutal and he likes to toy with his opponents to give everyone a good show. His showboating is where you will get your opportunities from.”

The stake was going to drive into the granite approximately two meters to his left. He moved left. The targeting recalculated. Marcus landed on the machine at the twenty-second mark. Xander didn't look. Looking would break the projection's coherence — the frequency required the attention to stay on the output, not on the peripheral. He heard Marcus hit the chassis, heard the specific sound of a heavy iron leverage bar finding metal. The machine's drive sequence continued its countdown. Fifteen seconds. The stabilization gear housing was a specific mechanical component, and the gear housing required a specific approach, and Marcus was working fast in the way he worked everything — not panicke