Jasper Whitlock Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

She sniffled and added, "Besides, I'm no longer the gullible and weak Alice White. Men are lining up for me. Do you think you stand any chance after being blacklisted as a massive jerk?" "Alyssa, I really—" "Stop it. I don't want to hear one more word," she interrupted, covering her ears and leaving the room hastily. "I'll consider your words today as nonsense. I'm treating your wounds only because I feel bad for you. We will part ways once you've recovered." With that, she slammed the door shut. Jasper's eyes were bloodshot. His hands, suspended in mid-air, finally dropped. He mumbled, "But I truly love you."

DORA “And lastly,” Jasper said, as we pulled part, panting for air, “marking you will make you forever mine. To love and cherish and share the rest of my life with.” My vision blurred with tears, and just as a tear ran down my cheek, Jasper kissed it, his large hand running into my scalp, increasing my sense of safety. “I’m ready.” I said, and Jasper pulled back to look into my eyes. “Now?” He asked, and I nodded. I already waited too long to have this dream come true. I really didn’t want to wait any second longer.

Alpha Jake soliloquies, he wiped his tears and returned to his room, he saw her picture, he stared at it and touched her face. "My Leilah, you are the one that I love, and my heart will always love you, no matter what, you will own my heart only, and I won't allow you to die." He said and looked at the moon, he closed his eyes, hid body started bringing out hairs, his claws get longer and longer, he transformed into a giant white wolf with a combination of gold fur he sped into the hoods. *

Before I could even process what Jay had said, he suddenly crushed the cross pendant in his hand to pieces. Then, he grabbed my hand and slapped himself across the face. A sharp crack sounded in the air. He pointed casually at the freshly dug mound of earth, his voice full of unfounded grievance and despair. "I just wanted to see my mother, Dylan! What exactly did I do wrong? Why did you dig up her grave?" At that moment, Giselle rushed over in a hurry and grabbed my throat, her eyes like poisonous needles stabbing straight into me. "It's like I don't even recognize you anymore, Dylan! What are you even doing here?"

“It means exactly what it says. What’s wrong? Have you played dumb so many times that you can’t even read anymore?” My voice was cold. “Now, give the bracelet back. I might still consider not taking this any further.” “How could you?!” Whitney flew into a rage. “You just want to ruin my career, so I’ll quietly retire after we get married! Yale, how can you be so selfish?” “Selfish?” I laughed. “Before the wedding, you insisted on changing the script just to satisfy your own desires. You wanted to turn a fake scene into something real. So, which one of us is truly the selfish one?”

" ********************* He is JAXON WILSON, the bad boy. . . She is SAMARA GRAY, the good girl. Haters or lovers? What changes will come in their life when they both share the same room?

"Nadia. Just tell me. Where is Faye? She already said she'd let this go. But tonight, right after she got home, she called me. She said someone was harassing her. She was crying." Crying. That word again. In my last life, when my mom died after being hit by Faye, he used that same excuse to make me forgive her. I glared at him. "I said I don't know! I don't know! What does her crying have to do with me?" Smack. The sound cracked through the air as Jace's hand hit my face. Even the bodyguards who had just run in froze. "Sir—M-Ms. Whitmore's been found. It was those guys from the lounge..."

“You go first,” Jasper snaps at the other shifter who has just burst into our motel room. “Why me? You go first.” “I don’t care who goes first,” I shout, “just as long as one of you tells me what’s actually going on here.” “Fine,” Jasper sighs, sitting down on the other bed, refusing to look at me or the other shifter. “That’s Zach Whismore. He’s my cousin.” “Though you wouldn’t know it,” Zach grumbles, “based on the fact that you ran off and abandoned the family.”

"Anything that you are willing to tell me." "Okay let's start with my full name. My full name is Atlas Kai Whitlock. I am 23 years old. I am in my junior year of college. I have a 13-year-old sister that drives me crazy. I have a family dinner with my parents every Saturday. I am majoring in business so I can take over for my dad in a few years. But I would love to major in English lit as I find it more interesting. My mom and I are close. She was my best friend for a while when I was longer. My dad's and my relationship is stable but we also see things differently so we sometimes argue with each other. My favorite color is warm green, much like your eye color. I am a dancer when I am not in

I asked. “Honey, look around, you don’t have much of a choice, who is going to stop us from making you do what we want, magic girl?” Skinner asked and they both chuckled darkly. “I think you are both forgetting something,” I said as I braced myself. “What is it?” Skinner asked. “I am holding a glass of whiskey,” I said and before they could reply, I aimed the cold alcohol directly into the eyes of Skinner. He jerked his head back as the whiskey burned his eyes. With the cup still in my hand I pivoted to the left and smashed it into the face of Wrench. He yelped in pain as the glass punctured his face and nose.