Klaus Lunettes の小説・ストーリー

He question as he motioned with his hand for us to leave the tent. "What's with the little fox nickname?" I queried as we exited the tent. He opened the boot of a relatively expensive looking Aldi Q7, and threw the suitcase in as though it weighed nothing. "You remind me of one." He shrugged and expanded on his explanation. "They have white hair, and often have two different coloured eyes." He concluded, closing the boot.

“Seventeen came here tonight, including the one-eyed general on the platform. I’ve killed fifteen of them. Hommes, maybe I’ll let you leave the last stain of blood on my sword as number sixteen?” Klaus swung his sword through the air, the blade drawing a sharp arc as it hovered inches from Hommes’s chest. With his other hand, Klaus extended his palm, gesturing toward the crystal ball. “Daybreak is coming, Hommes. You’d better make your choice quickly.” Lyle’s eyes widened in terror as he looked between Klaus and Hommes, clearly uncertain about how the situation would play out. But Hommes’s silence spoke volumes. “Prince Hommes, you—” Lyle began.

"Let's start with basics," Lena squealed rushing to a floor to ceiling window lined with shoes, boots and sandels. "Oh my Goddess," Serena squeaked holding her hands to her chest. "Casper only ever brought me sneakers and big army style boots. What are those?" She pointed to a pair of shiny black shoes with red soles and a spike protruding from the heel. "Those, darling, are Laboutin." "They're beautiful." "Luna Lucy used to have some," I said frowning at the shoes. They never looked comfortable when Luna wore them and they didn't look comfortable now.

"Curious, interested, and no sexual preference. What else?" "I'm a bit of everything," Klaus replied, shrugging. Luna questioned Klaus, "So you're my favorite employee's boyfriend?" as Aurora looked around to make sure Luna was referring to her. "We're just friends. I'm Klaus," he replied. "I've heard of you," Luna said, trying to recall that name. "Ah yes! You were on the list of beginner models from an agency that partners with Emotion." "Yes," Klaus replied a bit nervously. "My dream is to have the opportunity to be on the cover of your magazine."

He was literally shaking and was desperately trying to not look at us. I ducked my head. “I wasn’t even looking at him.” “But he doesn’t know that,” Klaus replied. Our small conversation seemed to stir the attention of a few people as they turned to look at us. Quickly, Klaus dropped his head to my level and whispered into my ear; “Relax your shoulders, baby. I’ve heard the snide comments too but you ought to ignore them. You are their Luna whether they like it or not.”

“On that day, I’ll hold the General Alpha meeting. I’ll announce my new Luna, and everything will finally be over.” Romano’s lips twisted. “Lord Darius, how is the thing coming along?” Darius lifted his gaze, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Still under production. It will be finished before the full moon. Even Caius won’t be able to withstand it.” He raised his glass in a toast, his eyes glinting. “You keep an eye on her,” Darius added after a sip. “Make sure everything goes as planned.” Romano smirked. “She trusts me. Everything is moving smoothly.” His eyes flashed with a wicked gleam.

With a smile on her face, Luna had her hand on Klaus's shoulder. Having removed her braces, her teeth looked neat and delicate. "Why are you smiling?" Klaus asked. "It's nothing." Luna was still smiling as she replied. Her eyes twinkled as she did so, and reflected in it was Klaus's face. Similarly, he was dressed to the nines. While he had no qualms sitting by the street in a cheap down jacket, enjoying some grilled meat with Luna, he could also be as elegant as a prince, dancing with her in a suit that was worth millions.

I winked. "Oh, I love you, Uncle Rhyland." "I love you too, little stinker." And when I shut the door on her room and stepped away, I knew that wasn't even a falsehood anymore. Klaus was sitting in the living room waiting for me with two tall glasses of white wine. I checked my watch. I'd already sold all my Patek Philippe, Rolex, and Cartier, and now I was sporting an embarrassing Michele Deco Madison. At this rate, I was going to be showing up at Bruce's in a fucking Apple Watch.

I know that slight ticking in his jaw; his fury was close to combustion. “If you want new jewelry, ask for something else, not one that already has an owner. The moonstone is for the Luna, stop thinking about it. It's not yours, it never will be.” Richard said calmly, his voice firm leaving no room for discussion. Everywhere went silent at this announcement. Stunned, that must be the right word to describe the shock I just felt. And I'm sure I'm not the only one. Olivia's eyes were red with a bone chilling bloodthirstiness someone her age should never have. Her eyes were focused on me and filled with threats.

Levi glanced up from his desk, and his body tensed up somewhat right away. He said, voice tense, "May, I am busy. I'll meet you at home later." He turned away from me and returned his attention to the computer. He was tall and p owerful, with a sharp blue suit emphasizing his figure and wire cell spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose. For a brief time, I was in awe of him. I couldn't help but swoon slightly because I had never seen him wearing spectacles before.