Hassan Kite Runner の小説・ストーリー

The crowd roared like a beast hungry for blood. The underground boxing ring was dimly lit, the stench of sweat, beer, and raw adrenaline thick in the air. The arena was hidden beneath an old warehouse in the Bronx, where only the elite, the reckless, and the rich had access. This wasn't the polished, sanctioned world of professional boxing this was primal. No rules, no mercy, just pure combat. And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn.

A Luna taking care of her pack. The realization should have scared me. Five years ago, I'd run from exactly this kind of responsibility, this weight of other people's lives in my hands. But watching Jack direct the younger members in fortifying our perimeter, seeing Sable coordinate supply runs with the efficiency of a born tactician, I felt something I hadn't experienced since leaving Darius. I felt like I was home. "Mama, are those bikes dead?" Eli's voice drew my attention to where he stood among the motorcycle graveyard, his small hand resting on the gas tank of a rusted Sportster. Even at four, he could sense the history in this place… the dreams and failures that had been buried in the

"So what do you want now?" Their leader, the one who had been speaking till now, said with a predatory smile. "What? The house? Where will I go with my children if the house is gone?" "I don't think that is any of our concern." He said. "No. I can't give you the house. Please. I have two small children. If they have no roof over their head then how will they survive?" "How street kids do." "No." Yonnah shouted as she stood up. "Please. Please please spare us. Pleas....."

Seeing his mother silent, Hussain spoke up, "sholy (sorry) Ammi. I will not run again.." "No baby. I am not hurt. I am completely fine. now baby take your breakfast and don't forget we are going to a park today. so finish you breakfast soon baby" Saying this when Khushi was about to feed her son, Hasan entered the room and as expected Hussain again ran towards his Abbu leaving his breakfast.. "Abbuuuuu ( Father)" Hussain shouted happily seeing his Abbu.. Hasan took him in his arms and came towards Khushi while greeting her..

He went quiet after that. At the Burj Al Arab he didn't tip. Just barked tomorrow's pickup: "Seven a.m. Private desert run. You. No substitutions. Don't be late, boy." Boy. The word landed like a challenge. My dick thickened against my thigh as I watched him stride inside, that perfect ass flexing in expensive wool. Seven sharp the next morning, I was curbside, car gleaming. Kane appeared in linen shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, shorts that showed off runner's legs and the heavy outline of his cock swinging free. No underwear. Bold.

AVA What the heck was it? Damn. I should be home by now. Thanks to Hunter back there, I don't even know where the hell I am and how I'm supposed to go back. Didn't he even think of that? I know I didn't, because I was too scared he'd snap my neck any moment if I didn't get out of his sight like he wanted me to. The way he had snarled at me like a predator told me so. Anyone would have ran, but I shouldn't have had to. I always thought I was fearless. My omega status never held me back from extinguishing fear that threatened me in any way possible. But when it came to him, and after knowing my mate was none other than Hunter Ysrael of Cruelcrest Hounds Pack, there was only one thing written i

Her mom intervened with a fake smile as she glared at Sabeerah, she shrugged nonchalantly. "It's okay." Hassan said fidgeting. "So can you tell us a bit about yourself Hassan." Her mother asked him. Sabeerah noticed he looked over to his dark skinned friend who gave him a nod of encouragement. Lacks confidence! "Well I'm Hassan Bashir, I'm from Gombe state, I'm the third child out of ten. I am a banker and I own my apartment at Jabi." He smiled with mild pride at the last part, Sabeerah looked at him with a small smile.

She felt the truth almost before the words tumbled out, “You only want the stone to help make more embryos.” A somewhat surprised look passed quickly across Hassan’s face. “I forget how clever you are, young one. Give me the stone and I will kill you quickly instead of the agonizing death being suffered by that…dog.” He looked dismissively at Dakari. “I will save judgment on this one.” “How about give me back my sister and I’ll let you live…” she countered, bravado masked in a voice that almost trembled. Hassan laughed, “She is my mate…her place is with me…”

"No. Not at all" "You do Zahra. Is there something bothering you?" "Kind of. I've been feeling restless, since Irtaza left. As if my sixth sense is signalling me that something bad is going to happen" "You're worrying yourself, uselessly, Zahra. He'll be come back home, safe and sound. Its just a four day mission" "What is that mission Haseeb?" "He had some deals with the international mafia. It was regarding the transportation of some drugs but his enemy has suddenly got active due to which he himself decided to look after the smuggling"

That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil. I felt confused. I did not like being confused, confusion is weak. I am not weak, i am strong and i am the Red Reaper. When he kissed me, I did not stop him. That is the worst part. I kissed him back, i let my guard down. I let the pity for the boy make me forget the man. The man is a killer. The man is my target, the man is the leader of the Lombardi clan. I cannot forget that. I walked to the window. It was dark outside, i could still see the city lights. I felt far away from everything that was real.