Iboy Film の小説・ストーリー

He was dressed in a tuxedo and was holding two glasses of drinks with a nice smile which he found strange because it was appealing to him, he waved it at the back of his mind and returned the smile "honestly, they are worst than a bug." The young man laughed softly at his joke before handing him a drink to which he collected, "allow me to introduce myself Mr. Boron, I am Oliver Simon, at your service" he did a dramatic bow which Kane must admit was a little funny since it wasn't necessary. "And what will be your service be to me Mr. Simon?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a faint smile on his lips. "To drive the pests away of course but you must be ready to pay me handsomely."

Walking over to the log, I pry open my bottle of beer using the sharp edge before taking a single swig, immediately I'm met with a burning, bitter taste on my tongue. "There," I breathe out. "Now it's fair ground. If I snitch on you guys, I'll also be snitching on myself." I shock myself with this new profound confidence that came from knowhere. They all look at each other, and it looked as if they were having a silent conversation with their eyes. Then the blonde boy sighs in defeat.

"But you're just an insect. Don't try to step on my toes, okay? You’ll get crushed." Ben stared at the boy in the mirror. The thing was sickeningly confident, and it made his blood boil. But those hooded eyes showed no traces of ignorance or stupidity. They made him feel like a helpless child, they stared right through him. He gripped the useless magnets tight like a safety blanket. He wanted to throw them at his jeering face. "Bugs can be poisonous, for one." Tyler taught him that. “And for two, it’s a little hard to step on a stupid mirrors toes, it doesn’t have any.”

Not just the tension in her muscles. Not just the force behind the swing he had stopped. Something else. Something… off. Her skin was cold. Not physically. But in a way he couldn’t explain. Like he had just grabbed onto someone who wasn’t fully present. --- “Enough.” His voice was low. Steady. But it cut through the silence just as sharply as the first punch had. --- The boy on the ground groaned weakly. Barely conscious. Blood at the corner of his lip.

I couldn't fight the three of them, three against one isn't a good idea. "Get the camera ready," Bruno commanded, strong arms grabbed me and began to pull at my clothes, I get hit for as many times as I try to fight back. The first thing I felt was his fingers and it hurts so badly. Flashes from the camera almost blinded me. "She is so fucking tight, " Bruno moaned, making Adam release his hold on me. "Bruno, you're taking this far. I thought we were just supposed to scare her. Get your hands off her, did you take an overdose?"

He opens a smile so big, so cruel, it is very reminiscent of the unexpected smiles filled with exaggerated evil; the same devilish smiles he saw on the faces of his two princes. Once again, Shandra tries to assume a more haughty, more courageous posture, but fails. Sweat now runs cold down the skin of her back, causing both of her arms to shiver. Desmon laughs once more before speaking: "Very well. No resistance, then? This is going to be a lot easier than I thought." "Don't touch her," Eluna whispers, weakening, slowly getting up. She could heal herself too... and quite quickly, apparently. "More tricks?!" he grumbles, irritated. "Is it possible that you won't just lie down and die? How can

He’s tall enough that I can use his body to mark the thirds in the picture. It looks terrible. I take it anyway. But when I look in the viewfinder, his eyes are closed. “You blinked,” I say. “Sorry.” He smiles awkwardly. “We can do one where I’m holding my eyes open?” “I think Kubrick covered that,” I reply. Ben frowns. Another tick against the Ryan column. He saw everything Kubrick ever made, and he would’ve gotten my reference in a heartbeat. “What if you lie down? On your back.” I grimace. That’ll look like a corpse. Ryan’s funeral was closed casket, I heard, but I really don’t need that visual. “I mean your side.” I squat and ready myself.

“Let them frolic around Chris’ house all willy-nilly? They were going to get in trouble.” Matthew, at least, had the dignity to look even more ashamed. “Hi, Oliver.” He said, with a shy wave. “How’s your night going?” “It was going great until I recently discovered that my fourteen-year-old brother is at a senior party that probably features alcohol, drugs, and sex.” Oliver snapped. Paige snorted. “This party definitely features alcohol, drugs, and sex.” “Which is exactly why he shouldn’t be here?” Oliver said. “Why is he here?”

} {My monster father showed up at the mansion and the crazy bitch from last night turned out to be the girl who applied for the secretary position} {Holy shit!! Tell me you didn't chase her out} {I did!} {Fuck! You fucked up big time bro} {What?} {C'mon Cardo, this is your opportunity to see her pant, just act nice to her and then bling bling you're in} {What? you want me to act nice for some cheap girl?} {C'mon Cardo get over your cockiness, get her back to the company and try to play the cool head and when she finally falls for you can continue with your disgusting nonchalant attitude}

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”