Last Temptation Of Homer の小説・ストーリー

“ There’s nothing left to save.” My throat tightened. “You don’t get to decide that.” “I already did.” He moved faster then. Not human fast. Hunter fast. Refined. Precise. Lethal. The ground shifted again. This time, it gave way. Completely. Mud vanished under my feet. I dropped.

And then, just as Kane closes the door to Milner’s cell behind him, I hear the voice I heard when my mate brought me into her light, the voice that spoke to me when The Pope had me and I thought all hope was lost. The Goddess speaks to me. “It will happen. There is no going back. Not for you and not for them. They set you upon this path and brought about their own ruin. The Ultima is born. This is how it will end.”

Homer also quickly tugged on Spencer’s trouser leg and shouted, “Master Spencer, I know my mistake. Please let Hector go. He’s still young. He can still help the Dunley family in the future. I’ll bear the burden alone this time. Please let Hector go.” Hector trembled all over as he knelt behind Homer. His eyes went red when he saw his father bowing and begging. His heart was aching. “Dad, I was wrong. I was really wrong.” Hector howled and kept bowing to Spencer as he said, “Master Spencer, please don’t make things difficult for my father and Uncle Milo. I’ll be responsible for my actions. I’m willing to accept the family rules. I’m begging you, Master Spencer!”

“It could be a few months, a few years, or a few days,” Jim said in response. “Boss, before Apophis truly becomes a God, we must assemble the five magic books to help you become a God.” Tyr took a deep breath and asked, “Where is the fifth book?” Jim continued to deduce and analyze with the Nostro Compass. In the end, he concluded, “The fifth book is the Torment Manuscript, but our nation is currently experiencing peace rather than turmoil.”

The soon-to-be family of five talked more about the baby and the girls were very excited to know that they would be traveling the next day to celebrate the existence of their baby sibling. The End! Thank you all for reading TEMPTRESS! I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hope to see you in my new story but for the meantime, please feel free to check out my other stories on this app. Thank you!

"Go in search of the confessor. I want her found by all means. "No matter what, make sure she doesn't die. I want her alive". He paused and took in a deep breath. "I have so many plans in store for her". Silence. "Yes, My King" the guards bowed and left. * * Her name is Isabelle. And the story of how she became the last confessor.... The confessors were females with special powers of compulsion. They compare someone by forcing them to look into their eyes, then the power takes over. The person becomes their slaves for as long as they live and do every single thing they say. The only way to break the spell was if the confessor dies.

Forever his. THE END

The love tucked between the lines was like honey, but it was also torturous, like poison. It had him sobbing one moment, then smiling through tears the next. Suddenly gloomy, suddenly joyful. Those two extremes kept surging through him, and the heart that had gone numb from despair began to burn again. He wondered if this was the last light before everything went dark, or the lighting of the fire that would bring back light? Nelson did not know what kind of ending waited ahead. All he could do was pray. He prayed for the secret thoughts that nineteen-year-old Sinead had recorded in her own script to be the means of his escape from the wreckage.

He gritted his teeth and got up before he threw himself on the ground before Dustin. “I beg you once again. If you help me, I’ll devote myself to you! I’ll do anything for you!” he said as he spat out some blood. Before Dustin spoke, Homer angrily pulled open the car door and got out. “You’re a member of the Thornton family, right? How dare you?!” he yelled at Tyler. He looked very intimidating. Tyler initially thought that Homer was just Dustin’s driver, but his face instantly froze when he glanced at him. “You… you are Homer Freeman!”