I Tell Her Call Me Rocky の小説・ストーリー

"Let me call the real culprit over here for you." After saying that, she gave me a call. Her face flashed with irritation when I didn't answer, and she muttered curses about me dropping the ball at such a crucial moment. I found it amusing. Just how vicious could Emma be? She was losing her mind, trying to make me die in her place. Watching her frantic appearance, I finally walked out. Looking at Emma's bruised and swollen face, I pretended to be shocked and concerned. "What happened here? Emma, who did you offend?"

I dialed the number and took a deep breath, placing the phone to my ear as one more way to prove that everything that had happened in the past few days was not a fever dream. “Hello, who’s there?” the familiar voice on the other side of the phone made me smile. “Rocky, it’s me – Carmen,” I announced. “Ah, yes! Carmen, Carmen! You’re back in America?” he asked. “Yes, I am,” I answered with a smile. “Can you please give the phone to him?” I looked at the door to the bedroom skeptically to make sure that Jasper was not hiding somewhere around, trying to spy and eavesdrop. For extra security, I stood up and walked out to the balcony as Rocky told me to hold on.

"No need to thank me. Life was hard, not the work. But now that you've taken over, I'm finally free. I should be thanking you." She gave me a half-eye roll, then tried again with fake sweet. "Jack's cooking is so good—must've been you who taught him, right? You'll have to show me sometime." "We couldn't afford takeout. Had to learn. You two'll be eating in a lot." That shut her up. She turned like she was done, but I wasn't. "Hey, don't go yet. We're exes now—you and I—gotta do the handoff right."

Three seconds later, she slipped it back into her pocket, her expression unchanged. I looked at the unanswered chat and let out a humorless laugh. Wake up, Ethan. You’ve known for a long time that her heart was never going to warm to you. So why are you still hoping for anything else? I slid my phone back into my pocket, took a steadying breath, and walked away. Vivian Grant, you’re going to get exactly what you want. Soon enough.

"I am. What is she causing trouble over now? Is she still lying on the ground refusing to get up? Did someone call the police?" The lead officer did not answer her question. He simply looked at her heavily and said, "Please accept our condolences. Briana Hayes has passed away."

I have none to offer, my ability to care as numb as my body feels after his attempted assault. “She begged too,” Rocky whispers, “She begged, and you enjoyed it. So I am going to enjoy listening to you beg and cry like a punk ass bitch that you are.” Blossom hugs me, block my view as the rogue cries out in pain and sobs. I force the sounds from my mind, focusing on Blossom and what Rocky had said. One sentence echoing though my mind and tattooing itself in hope in my heart. ‘Someone I love’. He said love.

After all, Shaquelle also didn't know that she was actually just a Jerry doll to forget about Sienna. "Sha ... she ..." "She who? Your lover? Your affair? Or maybe your mistress? " "She's Sienna, my ex-boyfriend." said Jerry finally and surprised Shaquelle. Tbc.

She coldly muttered while everyone gaped in shock. "I am Kamilla Guinevere Laskin-Petrov, and I have come to claim this territory. Anyone who dares to defy me will face the same fate as the entire brothel ten years ago" Kamilla pierced everyone with her cold gaze, her lips carved an evil sneer. "Don't wait for Poison Ivy to return and condemn you. She is not an easy enemy" she added with an ominous smirk that drove everyone to flee in pure terror. ****TBC****

She bit her lip and waited for him to respond before words started flying out her mouth. “You want us to practice, what exactly?” He asked with a raised brow She wiped her hands on jeans and wished someone could come save her. “I’m just trying to get comfortable with us being expressive” she managed to say “So you want us to practice kissing?” She wished she didn’t have to say it out loud, it sounded silly that she wanted that. Which twenty four year old needed kissing practice after working as a stripper? Color rose to his cheeks but it faded immediately, she had succeeded in making him uncomfortable.

I murmured as I brewed a cup of instant coffee. “Yeah, it's new.” She responded. “This is amazing news, my love. I'm not even sure which is better. You coming to live in New York or you starting college.” “I love it when you call me that,” she said, her voice taking that sexy lilt that could drive me out of my mind any day. “Call you what?” My voice was raspy. “‘My love’.” “You're my love.” “Am I?” I could imagine her biting her gorgeous lips.