Homestuck Trickster の小説・ストーリー

Lucian let out a particularly dark chuckle. I nodded. “Good point.” “Dark moon operates on the principle of conquering. My father was a conqueror. And his father before him. I don’t plan on taking every single territory in my wake but expanding and growing the pack into a powerhouse is a duty I have.” There was a small pause before he went on. “Tristan, operates on something slightly different. He also conquers other smaller packs and assimilates them into West Creak but his methods tend to be more twisted. What actually insighted my hatred towards him is when we busted one of his illegal trafficking rings. One of our pack members who’d been missing for weeks was found there. She’s too broke

I had this sudden urge to touch it but held my arm from reaching out for it. We couldn't deny that our parents' engagement was going to change our lives in ways we couldn't predict. Yeah, I can't deny it anymore. Ever since we were kids, I had always had a crush on this dangerous guy. My Stepbrother—Derek.

To be alone is now just an option, not a harsh reality he had to accept. Ang tunog ng mga tawanan at pag-uusap sa labas ng bahay ang unti-unting pumuno sa sistema ni Lucas, at hindi niya mapigilang mapatingin sa direksyon kung saan ito nanggagaling. Deep inside, he was laughing at himself. His goal was to build a team to steal a certain tiara and accomplish his other intentions. However, he got something more than what he planned to achieve. Something he did not expect. Something he did not ask for.

He was nothing but a cup of spilled, spoiled milk. I hated that I’d fallen for it, though. I was angry at myself for falling for his tricks. His ruse. Not seeing through the wolfish grin long enough to latch onto his plan. His ultimate plan to destroy me. His ultimate plan to play the best trick this fucking high school had ever seen. Fucking around with the school charity case before exposing her to be like every other girl who wanted to ride Clint Clarke’s cock. It was genius. And simple. And I’d fallen for all of it.

he said as he handed over the goods and took a seat. “ Seems like your live game fetches a higher price compared to mine. By the way, how do your trophies manage to stay alive after you hunt them? I've never seen live animals after they've been caught in my entire life,” he curiously inquired. “ My little sister came up with a new trap,” Elder Brother proudly boasted. “ Oh? So you've learned how to hunt then?” He turned to face me. In truth, I had hunted before, but that was in my previous life.

It wasn’t until I finished and saw the vendor and Daniel’s surprise did I realize yet again, I had made a stupid mistake. As I desperately tried to come up with an explanation Daniel frowned at me. “You hustled me? I can’t believe the nerd hustled me,” he complained then shrugged. “I should’ve known that with your dad being in security, he’d teach you a thing or two.” The vendor laughed and joked that Daniel better keep me happy if he wanted to keep breathing. I gave him a shaky smile, wondering if Daniel really believed what he said or not. “Here for you,” I said, trying to keep my voice light as I passed the stuffed monkey about half my size to Daniel. “So what next?”

The shocking revelation put Huguely in a steeper state of anxiety. He knows what you are. Wait a minute. Did you say that you went to the Dean’s office to find a statue? Madison asks. Does that mean he is the one who is causing all these monsters to go after us? That guy always did seem a little too nice for my comfort. June said. But I never thought he would be some monster-making psychopath. I am afraid it is a little more specific than that, Huguely said. I had my suspicions earlier but now they have been confirmed. Dean Trask is a warlock and an immensely powerful one at that.

Tristan pulled out a silk handkerchief and half-heartedly pressed it against my wound. "Sorry, darling. She's just getting used to your scent," he said in his gentlest tone. But the corner of his eye twitched, barely hiding his excitement. "I'm sure you two will be inseparable once she's used to you." I knew he was secretly thrilled, thinking the first step of his grand resurrection plan was a complete success. But in this life, I would never be a stepping stone for their twisted family reunion.

“An old jaguar found me in the bushes. She took me to her home and nursed me back to health. Iris was a strong believer in tuff love, but she was more of a mother to me then my own mother. “I knew the Council would find me and kill her for helping. So we made a deal. I would only stay long enough for her to train me. Turns out Iris was a spy in her youth, she taught me all her own tricks. She taught me how to mimic others, how to make them believe. She’s the reason I know how to trick a group of wolves into believing I’m one of them.” I winked. I smirked at the impressed look in their eyes. “She’s now in her sixties. I once saw her seduce a group of young sea shifters, so I could steal their

, he should have at least told her to corporate till when our contract was over, could he be a scoundrel? Well there are some people in life which one can't understand, you just have to adopt to their crazy and irresistible features. Meanwhile we have 90% of people who seem to suffer a lot , life seem to create them in a sour texture, the rest of the 10% are the people who life seem to. favor a lot, irrespective of their mode of hardwork, they just seem so lucky maybe, I seem to be part of the 90%. In summary I'll say no matter how millions of cars one has, he still has to walk to his room so, no one can tell tomorrow's fortune. Life seem to fickle. I laid on my bed, scrolling through my pho