Lullabies For Little Criminals A Novel の小説・ストーリー

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

Michael had finally gotten back his true identity, no more hiding, taking the name that had once been a mark of shame but was now a badge of honor. ​The police station felt different now. The air was no longer thick with the suffocating corruption of the Higher Powers. The Commissioner who had framed Clinton was long gone, replaced by a system that was still flawed, but at least, it was breathing. Regina glanced toward the high-security wing of the distant state prison. Nelly was in there, buried alive in a cell. The court’s ‘No Visitation’ order was a special kind of hell—a silent tomb where no familiar face would ever enter. Nelly, who had thrived on influence and the gaze of others, was n

I was a ghost, a nobody, tethered to nothing and no one. That changed when I was nine. I didn’t see the men coming—just felt the prick of a needle in my arm as I walked home from the market, my vision blurring as the world tilted sideways. When I woke up, I was in a dank basement, my wrists bound, my clothes torn. They didn’t care that I was a child. They raped me, broke me, then sold me off like livestock to a mafia outfit run by a brute named Marcus. He was a monster—huge, with hands that left bruises and a laugh that chilled my blood.

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

Adro raised his gaze back. "I think… I found something else, but... it's not so good." Seeing Grace's unstable eye movements, Adro tried to smile while briefly patting her back. "You can tell me. I prefer bitter truths over sweet lies." "This is a reliable article containing refutations of the book written by LJ. They conducted further investigations and found that the child kidnapper was a psychopathic alchemist illegally researching children's brains. They also found evidence that the alchemist was eventually caught and sentenced to death. They accused LJ of inserting lies into his writing to gain fame."

Yuri's voice is carefully neutral now. "He said when he returns, he will know me by this necklace. That I will be his Luna." The words sound childish in the saying, like a fairy tale I am desperately clinging to. Probably because that is what Mom and Roxy always call it. It makes me start believing Miles will not hold on to a childish promise he made to a girl he could not even recognize on a night he was drunk. Yuri studies me for a long moment, then smiles—a smile that does not quite reach his eyes. "He is a lucky wolf, then," he says finally. "To have someone wait so faithfully."

~Seven years later~ “Well, folks, looks like we’ve reached the climax of the evening,” the auctioneer announced with a wink that was definitely not in the charity brochure. “Lot number twelve: Hope’s Embrace.” Claudine wanted to throw up her expensive champagne. Hope’s Embrace, her ass. She knew what was in that “collection.” Not some fancy painting, but a box. A gilded cage, to be precise. And inside? Terrified girls, their futures about to be sold off like… well, like very expensive livestock. Human trafficking, with a side of canapés.

"I was thirteen, and he was one of those popular kids that gets everything. He was brought up by his older brother, Randall Lorenzo; his friends call him Randy. Andy and I were cool, hung out, drank, and kissed girls while going high. I would be in trouble with my parents, and Logan would see me differently. And so, one day, Andy asked me to help him release his brother from prison. So, I hack into the system and put out all the prisoners. Once I discovered the real reason why Randy was put in prison was because of his rap sheet; he's a killer, a rapist who preys on women, young and old, and a drug addict who hid millions of dollars of cocaine anywhere. When the FBI arrested me, I was locked

He enjoyed watching from the sidelines as the cops searched for the culprit who littered their otherwise peaceful city with corpses. The cops would hand him over to the Shadow Crawlers for what he has done. They would torture him every day for his crimes until it was time for him to go. Sienna did not have to know of this. Justice will be served. The innocent victims Charlie killed deserved none of the torture they had gone through and the Shadow Crawlers would make sure that Charlie went through all the torture he delivered on his victims. The Shadow Crawlers did not pardon the criminals. They brutally ended them, delivering similar deaths as their victims. If they locked up the supernatura

Lynx scrambled away, still laughing even as Nathaniel chased him through the underbrush, sparks flying from his fingertips. Lalaine shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "The grown-ups are more childish than the orphans," she whispered to the girls, leading them back toward the nun to show off their braided hair. ---- Meanwhile, the library was a tomb of silence. To Stella, it felt like an orphanage for old, forgotten books. She wandered the aisles until a spine on the highest shelf caught her eye. She climbed the rolling wooden ladder, her fingers trembling as she pulled the volume out. "The Moon Princess" was embossed on the cover. There was no author listed. She flipped it op