Ingo And Emmet の小説・ストーリー

I asked in confusion. "He isn't what I thought he was, " Emma spoke "One day he'll be sweet then another moment he'll have this darkness in his eyes. The guy must be bipolar and I couldn't keep up with his moods." "That's strange. I always thought he was sweet, " I spoke and sank at the chair outside of Addie's room. "How are you and Iñigo coping up?" Emma asked "I handled the company so you don't have to worry about it."

Emmet's fall was excrutiating, his side bearing the main brunt of the impact and leaving him feeling as if he was now putting all four of his limbs out of commision. Squeezing his eyes shut, Emmet breathed in another heaving breath, seeing stars and silver and gold fireworks for a moment, before he gasped out almost of the air in his lungs to take in another long, drawn breath. one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen "Fuck," Emmet emphatically mumbled out. "Fuck," he repeated again, before he slowly opened his eyes.

Emm put her hands on her hips as she scolded Night Wing. “Okay…okay…. Godfather is already feeling bad. Don’t scold him. Let’s think of what we should now?” Chris Jnr. spoke up for Night Wing who was standing with a bleached face, trying to pacify his little firecracker. “Um” Emm nodded seriously as she tapped her forehead and pondered for a while before her eyes lit up “I know.” The duo whispered between themselves disagreeing and agreeing a few times before Emm raised her head to look at Night Wing and spoke in bossy tone “Godfather, don’t mess up again or else we will ignore you.”

If you like it, I can strip out all the his-style from those threads and tailor them just for you. The customer's eyes sparkled. "Awesome!" Emmett would not budge, his grip iron-tight, not until my words sank in and he let go, defeated. "You can say it loud and clear, but I'm not backing down!" I ignored him, cool as ice. He was still the same old Emmett, thinking he knew best. Later, in a desperate move to get me back, he roped in some goons and nearly pulled off a kidnapping. He broke down, tears streaming.

"You finally came to see me. I won’t say I'm not hurt… I thought we were brothers." I scoffed in disbelief. "Are you really playing the sympathy card? You kicked a pregnant woman in the stomach when you knew she was carrying a pup." I growled coldly, taking out a cigarette to keep my hands from strangling him. I lit it as I watched him, trying to remain calm. "An Elite, remember?" Emmet replied, his eyes watching me calculatingly. "So, she turned out to be your mate, but she’s still one of them."

"If I only took revenge on you, it wouldn't be fun for me. You did the same thing to my mother—like you didn't care about the means or the methods. So why should I give a fuck about yours?" Emmett's expression darkened, pure rage seething beneath his skin. "Fuck... YOU!!!!" Before I could react, he kicked me off with all his strength. I hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs. But before Emmett could capitalize—Damien was there. Emmett swung—Damien caught the punch mid-air. And then, frantically, he threw his own. There was that Demon Mode again. Emmett's panicked scream cut through the night air as he swung his fists wildly at Damien. But Damien barely had to try—e