Glass Animals Black Mambo の小説・ストーリー

And I hope so, that he’ll make it happen. His mom is not with us. She decided that she wants to go sun bating. While us, we’re scheduled to ride a glass boat so that we can see and enjoy the beautiful reefs here. I’m excited! I want to see all the types of fishes! That will surely be fun.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

Belle, who had already made her way to the gelato freezer, paused mid-scoop. “…What machines?” she asked, brows lifting as she turned toward him. “The game and dance machines, Young Mistress. Master Ethan had them delivered for you.” Her hand froze. “Not again!” “I’m afraid so,” Mr. Oh said with a small, knowing smile. “That silly old man…” Belle muttered under her breath, though there was no real anger in her voice—only disbelief. Still holding her scoop, she hurried out of the kitchen. “I can’t believe him! Why is he wasting so much on this!” she exclaimed as she entered the newly prepared room.

Jason replied. “The truth is that the man you referred to as Gab is actually a friend we knew as Mr. Black,” Jasmine said firmly. Jason nodded beside her. “Yes.” “What are you saying?” Mom asked, her eyes darting between them in confusion. Jasmine took a breath. “Mr. Black… or Gab, whatever name you know him by—he has been sneaking into the pack house. And yes, he was my friend, even though I never saw his face.” The entire yard went silent.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”

Monet leaned in, the neon pink lights reflecting off the gold rims of her glass. "Girl, my phone has been blowing up since six this morning," Monet shouted over the beat, her eyes gleaming. "I’ve got clients I haven’t heard from in years suddenly asking if I can 'squeeze them in' just so they can ask if I really know the girl on Damien Blackwood’s arm."