Jack Antonoff の小説・ストーリー

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Tom questioned when he heard Jovan’s words. Jovan nodded his head with absolute confidence, “Of course, how could someone that I look up to and worship be that fickle? Although I did not have a chance to meet Ashton face to face, I know he is someone who does everything with complete conviction and he cares about his family more than even his life!” “Wow, I never knew that Ashton had so many die-hard fans. So, what do you say?” “Of course, I am in. I am going to talk to my pack and if anyone dares to oppose, heh!”

“You’re conveniently ignoring how the director acted when Zack said he’d dragged you by the hair.” Zoe tilts her head, confused. “What director?” “Oh, come on!” I gesture wildly, as if that’ll jog her memory. “The handsome guy who was practically shooting lasers at Zack when he found out. And don’t even get me started on how he stared at you like you were some kind of forbidden candy. He’s so into you.” Her eyes widen, and she looks genuinely flustered for a second before she can mask it. “He was not.” “He was!” I insist, grinning. “And let’s not forget, he’s the one who turned Zack into a human punching bag, not Elijah.”