Hitman Reborn Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

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Rosalind's whole body went rigid. The figure stepped into the thin moonlight, and her stomach dropped when she recognized the man from earlier, the one with the flame stitched beneath his Reapers patch. He held no weapon, but his stance left no doubt he didn't need one, not with backup only a shout away. "Marcus Vane," the man said, almost amused. "And his daughter. Out for an evening walk?" Her father rose slowly, positioning himself half in front of Rosalind without making it obvious that's what he was doing. "This isn't your business."

(Back at the castle) (In the dungeon) Hitman: I wish I could turn back the hands of time, I regret everything I've done up to this moment. Tiana: Me too, I'm sure your punishment will be light compared to mine Hitman: Or maybe its the other way around Tiana: I just want to give that b@stardized queen the beating of her life when I get out of here. Infact, I will k!ll her! Hitman: Maybe we CAN get out of here

Now to finish myself off… The infuriated but engorged man then moves his hips in and out of the dazed woman’s mouth. After a few minutes, he cums, filling the female’s throat with his thick semen. She gags as Rube’s seed runs out her nose and shoots down her pharynx. As her abuser shoves her aside, she falls limply to the floor. Reuben zips up and for good measure, throws the almost unconscious woman about a dozen more chips from one of his jacket pockets. He steps out, closes the door, and motions one of his nearby bodyguards to come closer.

The late-night session had pushed the hate-flirting into dangerous new territory but with every sharp exchange and every heated rejection, I reinforced my revenge mindset deeper. I touched my stomach lightly, remembering the child I had lost. They will pay, I whispered silently. Every Blackthorn. Every last one of them. The power struggle was escalating and I was more determined than ever to emerge victorious, no matter how badly my reborn body burned for the enemy.

And before I could reply, he turned toward the door, already issuing orders to his security detail over the phone. I stood frozen, staring after him, the echo of his touch still burning against my skin. The storm outside had ended, but a new one was brewing and this time, it wasn’t just Richard I had to fear. Because somewhere deep down, a terrible truth whispered through my mind: Project Rebirth wasn’t just his creation. It was mine. --- Elena’s forgotten connection to Project Rebirth begins to surface suggesting that her second chance at life might not have been fate, but the result of something far darker.

The moment my hand closed around the handle, I finally smiled sweetly. Kieran followed me into the alleyway and froze at the sight. I stood up, gripping the knife. "Kieran? It was you?" "How do you know who I am?" I looked closely at the man who had once ended my life, his face still carrying a touch of boyish innocence. A phantom pain twisted in my lower stomach. The more it hurt, the more excited I got. Kieran subtly stepped back two paces. "You're Gia, right? I'm not here for anything else. I just wanted to ask if you know where Tinsley went."

My husband cheated on me. With the woman I called my sister. I should have divorced him and walked away. Instead, I made a reckless decision. If they could betray us, why couldn't we betray them? There was only one problem. The man I chose as my partner in revenge was Callan Whitfield, my husband's uncle, the most feared billionaire in the family. It was a terrible idea. But revenge was the only thing on my mind. We shared the same goal. Our revenge was supposed to be simple. Make them suffer. Make them regret betraying us. But somewhere between hatred and revenge, something far more dangerous began to grow. A desire neither of us was supposed to feel.

he pushed in deeper, his thumb on my clit, making me moan. "You're so tight," he said, his breath hot in my ear. "I need this." I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in, but inside, I was torn... If he knew the part of me that's Maren reborn, remembering fragments of pain, clashing with the Senna who's here now. "Fuck me," I whispered, and he did, sliding his cock inside me, slow at first, then harder. It hurt a little, in that good-dark way.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.