Lyric Romeo の小説・ストーリー

Dancing away from each other's jabs and thrusts in a seemingly endless exchange. Romeo's crimson eyes were blazing with excitement. It had been a long while since someone could withstand his moves for this long. This Leon was good. He liked the look in his eyes. As their blades locked and their faces came close, Romeo spoke. "If you lose," he started, "swear your loyalty to me and serve under me." Leon blinked in surprise, but he was also quick to respond. "And if I win?" "That's never going to happen." Romeo grinned and then they both pushed against their blades and leapt back.

Romeo said softly, Gavin looked at me with pitiful eyes then hurried upstairs, the second a door closed, I felt a huge punch across my lips. Romeo held Conrad back before he would do worse, I felt a warm metallic liquid on my tongue, "Dammi una sola buona ragione, Glen! Una sola, sensata ragione per cui faresti una cosa così incredibilmente, monumentalmente stupida!" (Give me one good reason, Glen! One single, sane reason why you would do something that incredibly, monumentally stupid!") The anger rolling off wasn't just physically, beneath it, I could hear the crack in his voice, Romeo held him steady but I knew Glamerio, no one could stop except he was the one stopping himself.

Hank asks through sleepy eyes. “What you mean to say is Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.” Juliet tells him. Hank laughs, “I think Juliet says that line.” “She does, but in our case, I am Romeo, who must leave or die and you, Juliet, who is left behind,” Juliet leans against him. “I don’t want to end up in a tomb kissing your lips in hopes of finding enough poison to kill me too.”

Romeo dodged at top speed before saying solemnly, "Hey, hey, don't be angry. If you ask me, Darryl Darby might be a great hero, but he's no match for you." Circe stopped at the words, huffing out an exasperated laugh. "You little devil. Alright, who would be a match for me, then? Romeo had been waiting for the question all along. He chuckled lightly, hopping onto a rock nearby and thumping his chest. "Haha! Me, of course. Don't worry. I'll be sure to throw a grand wedding when I grow older and wed you with glory." Romeo's expression was nothing but solemn as he spoke.

I needed to find a way to cancel tonight’s date without hurting his feelings. Romeo is an Italian who moved here from Spain. He has been in Verona for three years and knows the city better than I do. He offered to show me around at night, and I gladly accepted because I have been so bored in my hotel room after Alejandro leaves me at 7 p.m. every evening.

Romeo whispered in Acid's ear to get hunter over after dispersing the girls. "Romeo, I want to know, do you have any friend as irresistible as yourself? I mean, if you are off the market, you can hook some of us." A young girl, obviously a teenager, said shyly. This girl looks younger than the other girls and she spoke with a touch of innocence.

"Ezra and I are just...taking our time, that's all." Romeo's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "Don't lie to me, Lydia," he growled. "I know you're not trying to get pregnant. And I know why." I felt a shiver run down my spine as Romeo took a step closer to me. His eyes were cold and calculating, and I knew that I was in trouble. "You're waiting for the perfect moment to strike, aren't you?" Romeo accused, his voice dripping with malice. "You're waiting for Ezra to let his guard down, so you can snatch the kingdom from him."

He leaned closer, his heat licking my skin like a warning that he was about to set me on fire. “What are you doing?” I whispered under my breath. “What am I doing?” He mirrored me, eyes dropping to my lips. “Back off, Ricochet.” I tried to shove him, but he caught my hand, pressing it down as he leaned even closer. Our faces were thread-close—one misstep, one slip, and I’d taste him again. “I’m not just here for Adriana, ‘doll.’” That pet name. All of a sudden, I heard something purring. And I knew it was my kitty.

She was in a room made of cold stone, and the only light came from a single, flickering bulb above her head. The door creaked open, and Romeo stepped in, holding a newspaper. He tossed it onto her lap. The headline, still damp with ink, screamed: GAS LEAK DESTROYS CITY FLAT: ONE FEARED DEAD. "Congratulations, Emmanuella," Romeo said with a cruel, thin smile. "To the rest of the world, you no longer exist. Now, tell me where he went, or things get very, very dark."

I bit my lower lip and I heard him smirk as he stared at me. "It's really hard not to fuck you right now, Eve." His eyes darken and fuck, that sounds hot. "Then fuck me..." I whispered, my words breathless at the very end. He swallowed hard and his jaw tenses as he closes his eyes, a deep low chuckle sounding from him. He stares at our reflection and his fingers looped at both the straps of the dress, slowly pulling it down my shoulder, Oh shit. I closed my eyes but he whispered, "Don't close them and look at the mirror." I opened my eyes and swallowed hard, this feels hot. I feel beautiful at the moment as the straps of my dress fall down to my arms and my bare chest revealing my swelling b