Kurtz From Heart Of Darkness の小説・ストーリー

Even Cody managed a gruff, “You’re one of the good guys, boss.” Someone on the edge of the crowd clapped. “I wondered what all the commotion was about,” Kurt said. His voice was calm and resonant. He walked towards me, hand extended. When I shook it, his hand was firm, his palm dry. I’d just bet he was brilliant at addressing the board. Still, he didn’t look like a titan of industry. He was dressed in a navy button-down shirt and dark jeans. He looked like he’d spent the morning actually working, not just presiding.

After all, he was wulfblood, he could choose to cast her aside when he escaped and take a more suitable mate, someone strong enough to stand his rough sex and insatiable need; someone he wouldn’t be forced to be gentle with. The thought made his heart clench painfully and a low growl vibrated deep in his throat. He felt Nadia stiffen on his back and smelt her fear. He shook his head, trying to calm his beast. ‘I get it you want her, not some random she-wolf. Calm the fuck down,’ he thought to himself. “We are close…” Kurt said in somewhat warning, after about thirty minutes of running through the woods. Everyone paused when they got close to the tunnel.

Keeping to the shadows, he tried to get as close as possible. “We can talk about this,” Eagle said. “You don’t have to kill her.” “You don’t think I know what killing you means? I will kill every single motherfucker here. Anyone who comes through that door will end up dead, just like Stallion.” Kurt sneered. “You always did think you were better than me. You never were. You’re evil fuckers. Why would I stick around to get my ass shot at while you guys were more than willing to take the bullet?” Kurt shook his head.

She is a wolf and the beast was loving on her like he does Sarael. On cue, the creature hissed and took a swing at Kurt. He was at least fast enough to get out of the way. “That thing is evil.” Kurt growled. “I have to live with it.” I sighed, turning my attention to the grill. “But he’s so cute. He reminds me of my Haroko. We all had an Egyptian Mau for a pet. Haroko was the best.” Isis frowned.

“You look like you’ve been dragged to hell, and even hell didn’t want ya and sent you packin’.” “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I tease, rolling my eyes. “You’re a real southern gentleman, Curtis.” He waves me off with one of his huge, calloused hands. Curtis is average height and portly, but his strength is truly incredible. His stained white shirt is coated in sweat while he yanks and fumbles with the chainsaw, mumbling curses under his breath. I find his company comforting in a way I can’t explain. “Are there… big animals out here?”

He squinted and groaned as they pulled him out of the darkness and cuffed him to the chair again. “I want to know the name of every person you owe any kind of debt to,” I said to him. “Water please,” he asked with a ragged voice. Navaro, the man that had pulled the hood from Kurt’s head the first time, allowed him two sips before removing the bottle from his mouth. A few drops drippled down Kurt’s chin and I almost felt sorry for him. “How’s your memory now?” I asked him. “I’m going to need a pen and paper,” he said after a few minutes.

It arouses my anxieties. Kurt and his men came out of the building not long after. Dylan and his parks were with them and their hands were tied. Oh, Goddess! He was bl. eeding profusely from the nose. And there was a bruise over his eye. Kurt walked in front of them and even a blind man could tell he was boiling. They stopped walking when they got to where I was. Kurt turned and faced his men. “I don’t want them arrested. You know where to take them” he told the men and they nodded.

“He’ll be asleep for another 20 to 30 minutes. We’ll keep track of his vitals out here, but I’ll close the curtain to give you guys some privacy. Let us know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” I say again, truly meaning it. We wouldn’t have been able to save him without the help of these humans. For all of their fragility and differences from us, I’ve never looked down on them. They have ingenuity and resilience in a way that we never can for those same reasons. I’ve kept my eyes turned away from Kurt the entire time that the nurse was in the room. I have to steel myself to look at him. I’m not ready for this.

“Oh, we are well aware of how that went. Looking down from the plane to see a swarm of hunters fighting my packmates as we landed.” Kurt snorted. “The plane door barely opened, and my mate rushed out to save her aunt from your cunt mother.” “I remember rushing to protect her. I remember feeling the pain of her being stabbed. I remember only seeing red and waiting to stain the tarmac with your blood for setting that lunatic free.” I could see his eyes changing colors, his demeanor changing as he was on the cusp of losing control. “I went feral at that point. I couldn’t get to you. I thought Isis was dead.”

Wondered where he is and so I just said hi to Wesley and returned Gen's smile before walking back to the third row to take my seat beside Clarissa and Mirabelle. The moment I sat down, Kurt walked in through the private entrance and he wasn't alone...he was with his uncle Khalil, a man I had never seen in a long time, along with Phil, Kenneth and two of his other men dressed in black. His eyes held mine for a long time and I shifted on my seat, the wave of nausea sweeping pass my nostrils again. After some minutes later of entertainment and shared laughter given by the MC, Kurt was then invited to stage to share his speech. After twenty long minutes of thanking and appreciating everyone, he