Lalu Rue の小説・ストーリー

Racheal smiled apologetically at her, and went out the front door with Delbert. He began to lead her towards the back of the house. “Madame Dalloz promised to show me her gardens on my first visit here.” Racheal said, as she saw the land open before them. The lawn was a rich shade of green. and gradually descended into a slope. They were giant sculptures of birds scattered everywhere, and she could see the start of the garden not very far away. Delbert smiled. “You know you can call her Maman. In another world, she would have been your grandmother.”

"Nagtitiwala naman ako sa inyong apat. Bye for now and see you later." "Certainly, sir." and the line ends. mabilis na kumilos si Rui. Naligo siya at nagbihis, She put a light make-up at agad na umalis sakay ng kanyang sasakyan. habang nagmamaneho, tinawagan niya si jade. ilang ring lang ay agad naman nitong sinagot ang kaniyang tawag. "Jadey, tell me your location." "Galerias Pacifico."

CHAPTER SIX Wednesday, 24 March, 1869 The closed cart rattled its way through a set of heavy iron gates. Ellen peered out of the small side window. Her insides quivered as she took in the leafy trees and a sliver of clear blue sky. She whispered its name: Belle Vue. An exotic sound so full of promise. Then came the first view. She gasped at its beauty, like a magical palace. It was so large, she couldn’t see where the two wings of the mansion ended.

My first visit to Paris especially to the famous island of Lle Saint Louis, on the banks of the River Seine, has gone down the drain. The sun is smiling in the salty water as it flowed across the city, connected through four bridges. And I strolled on one of those with my hands tugged inside my jacket. The weather wasn’t chilly though my mind and heart are becoming stone cold with each step I take away from Serena’s home. I itched to turn around and give it a try once more, but her revolting words threw me back. I scanned the bridge to find John and Nathan standing a little further away near the fence. They looked blanched.

Lucian alighted and straightened his tux suit jacket as he walked into Harry and Ruth with Selene stepping gracefully before him. Harry and Ruth is situated at the outskirts of West Side, it is a very exquisite and cool restaurant run by a couple whose name the restaurant goes by. Entering the restaurant, Selene left her mouth in a cute little O as her eyes bawled and flickered in amazement, the four walls of the restaurant is simply magnificent, it had her spinning around, she needed no search engine to tell her how expensive their menu would be whether à la carte or table d'hôte, it would definitely be high-priced. She actually didn't expect less from Lucian but this is way beyond her expe

I don't know which side to trust, so, Here I am. "This is the place." I talk to myself while looking at the old villa. 'AI' is written on the map and I can't see it written anywhere on its walls. I park my car and step out with the diary in my hand. I have Rily's diary in my hands and an old villa is in front of me. All those questions made a path and that path took me here. I look around, this place is chilling. You see when I entered this particular street, the only living things I saw were plants and trees.

Elena's POV I stand by the towering window of the safehouse, my taupe sweater brushing my wrists, staring out at the woods that hug Luxembourg’s outskirts. Rue des Capucins winds here, a narrow lane threading past the city’s medieval charm. Cobblestone streets, pastel facades, the distant clang of church bells from the old town spills into this quiet part where civilization seems to fade. I wonder how many houses like this he owns. Or in fact, how many properties? It's insane all i still don't know.

Yassin and Laila A few minutes later, the door of Chalet No. 9 opened softly, as though the place itself were bidding them farewell at an unhurried pace. Yassin stepped out first, moving forward with confident strides, followed by Laila, who gently closed the door behind them. Morning had fully settled in, and the air was saturated with the scent of the sea—that fragrance that carries a promise of freedom and clarity.

As expected, they started smooching in front of her for a couple of seconds. “Oh, come on! Get a room, you two.” Ria’s eyes rolled as she timed out on her duty. Ria walks down the dimly lit streets of the city. Her feet pound against the pavement, the sound echoing through the abandoned alleyways that loom just beyond the main roads. Her steps quicken as she sees the lights of her apartment building ahead, a warm oasis in the midst of the cold and chaotic city. Below a building, a familiar engine was parked, by the side of the road. It was an Audi TT with its captivating glistening exterior.