Lore C の小説・ストーリー

Grandma had pointed at her and screamed, calling her a self-righteous lunatic. "You either love a child, or you don’t. Why are you hiding behind this lottery nonsense? If you don’t want Silas Vale, I’ll take him back to the countryside right now. Otherwise, throw away that damned lottery box and love both children together!" Mom had sneered back coldly. "How I love my children is none of your business. I love both of them, of course. But there will always be bias. That can’t be controlled. "That’s exactly why I bought the lottery box to truly be fair. If they want something, they rely on their own luck. Their father and I won’t interfere. If he can’t draw the long stick, that just means he’s

"Forget the oath, Layla. Imagine the possibilities this opens for us.” I took the book in my hand, wiping away the dust that coated its worn leather cover, at the center lay a faded triangular symbol, the crest of the coven. Layla recoiled, howling a guttural growl. “You did not…” She wheezed in disbelief, but the obvious was as lucid as daylight. “Oh yes, I did.” I chuckled darkly, a cold, hungry expression settling on my face along with a predatory glint in my eye I never knew I was capable of.

Lorrie cried out as the air was torn apart by lead. Lorenzo moved with superhuman, lightning-fast kinetic velocity. He lunged across the three feet of open space, his massive frame colliding with Lorrie’s, wrapping his muscular arms around her waist and throwing his body over hers as a devastating line of heavy rifle fire shattered the marble floor tiles exactly where she had been standing.

Cerci was clueless at that moment. Lt. Lorenz wanted to know what had happened that day when they tried to escape. Why he became blind? He has many thoughts in his mind. He knew, the only way to know the truth was to kiss Cerci again. Lorenz felt disgusted with those thoughts. He couldn’t afford to kiss a beast. But wait? He already had before. Yes, he remembers the Queen. Lorenz hated himself every time he remembers it. How could he afforded to have physical contact with a witch? He promised himself not to repeat the same tactics as long as he lives.

Lorelei was adventurous, and she didn't do the same guy twice unless he was really worth it. “I have standards, Lora. I don't sleep with just any guy.” She scoffed, flipping back her hair. “What do you think about older guys?” She pulled back, as if she hadn't heard me right. There was silence, just as the smell of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air. She finally opened her mouth to speak. “I don't fuck with them.. they have bad blood.” I almost choked, finding her words silly. “What does that even mean?”

It was the same potion Fedora had used during their mate hunt, a secret code that only the two of them shared. With this disguise, Lorcan could infiltrate the rogue pack without arousing suspicion. He had to be cautious, for one wrong move could jeopardize not only his mission but also Fedora's safety. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Lorcan moved closer to the rogue camp. He couldn't help but think about Fedora, pregnant and in danger, waiting for his rescue. Every step he took was filled with determination and a burning desire to reunite with his mate.

I conversed to Lil ora about my feelings like she was a real person. “I can assure you that your coming to Paris is not a big mistake, listen Lorena you have worked hard and studied hard, you deserve this scholarship and nothing is wrong with you. I understand how you feel and I would be nervous if I was in your place right now. Just trust your heart and forget the odds. I know being in the mist of strangers and new people can have a huge toll on you just relax, get some banana smoothie and get out there, show them what you got.” Ivy laid out encouraging words.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

My gaze followed the locket dangling from her fingers, something in me prickling. "Now this locket is rumored to be eight centuries old. It is also said to have belonged to a great Russian tsar back then. Its straps are made from pure gold and its casing encrusted with diamonds and an assortment of rare stones, including rubies and black opals." She opened it and revealed the picture within. "To prove that it indeed belonged to a royal family." The cluster leaned in to look at the picture in it. I bent forward, and my breath hitched when I saw the miniature portraits of a pale Russian tsar and his tsarina. Something about them unmistakably screamed vampire.

Josh decided. “It’s an object which starts with a C.” That was all the guide said. “An object which starts with a C,” Aria repeated. “Wait let me think...” Josh said and took a deep breath. “The maker made the object to sell it out for profit. The buyer bought it for someone else. While the final owner can’t make it or buy it..gosh.” “Because he is dead!.” Aria and Lola said at once. Josh’s eyes lit up. “So it must be a..”