Mad Sans の小説・ストーリー

"Come on, you can tell me." The other clans were worried? Why? "You tell me first, what exactly is scaring the other clans so much? I mean, we almost never even associate with other clans." She held my gaze for a second, then they drifted to her long, red nails. "Apparently you guys have a weapon that can destroy any clan." My eyes widened. "We do?" "My... Maduro was worked up about it for sometime." She shrugged. "Now, your turn, I want to everything there is to know about Emmett."

We've raised her for so long and we've already fulfilled our obligations. I held Cara even tighter. Everyone around here knew Hans Black loved to drink and even physically abused his own family. However, his family was rich and managed to obtain a mental health assessment report claiming that he was mentally ill. Not even the cops could do anything if they were here. Ethan was so brutal. He didn't bat an eye even when he offered his own granddaughter as a sacrifice. "Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been c

he aks Teil. "About ninety men." Teil replied simply. Silence. "It isn't enough." Hayden said, tapping his fingers on the desk. "We're going up against a group of insane monsters, and the leader is no different. We are talking about a guy who murdered a student with a fork at the age of thirteen." Hayden says matter of factly, to let them know of the gravity of the situation. Which meant, if they made one wrong move, he would be waiting, and won't hesitate to destroy them all. He didn't need to say this, they already knew.

(Marcus's POV) I got off my private plane as the sun beat down relentlessly. I immediately hop in the car, waiting for us as Lance drove the way to the company. My eyes were fixated on the laptop, scanning the documents for our contractor. I still have to send this detail to Gloria for approval. Thankfully, everything went well with the Sumo Enterprise. I haven't eaten my breakfast and it was past lunchtime, so my stomach is empty and my head was having pain. I can't concentrate at all, so I decided to close the laptop while shutting close my eyes, leaning on the seat.

14-MAD MEN FOR CINDERELLA The warm breeze gently caressed Nyx's skin, but his body was already burned with the exertion of digging those wretched holes. His jaw clenched tightly as he replayed the mind-numbing task in his head. Suddenly, a forceful shoulder collided with his, causing him to stumble and break from his thoughts.

As a Mafian you must this... As a Mafian you must that.. you'll need this and that... you cannot think... you cannot that... blah blah blah... I sat down for 4 straight hours listening to this old man talk to me about the the do's and don'ts of the Mafian territory. He claimed he was the greatest Mafian in his time and I swear I. never heard his name in all my years of doing history. Honestly I should have more classes with this man at night so I could fall asleep instantly.

A man with brown hair stood outside, holding a baseball bat. His chin was raised arrogantly as he yelled toward the house, "Are you all deaf? Don't you understand what I'm saying? Get the hell out here right now!" Madison exploded immediately and rushed outside with her phone. Miranda and Sebastian tried to stop her, but they were too late. They could only follow behind her as they ran out. "What do you want?" Madison stood at the entrance with her hands on her hips. She stared down at the brown-haired man, Kenny Sneider.

he said. I frowned. Richard was one of the many wolves affected by the manic plague. They’d been quarantined far from the pack house. I’d been too distracted last night and this morning to broach the topic. Now that we were no longer allied with the Iron Fang pack, Andrea was the only source of the antidote. “Why were you with the manic wolves?” I asked Mason. He winced. “Don’t get mad.” I growled lowly. “Just that sentence has gotten me mad.”

Big Man was very excited, as if he was used to being honest, afraid that people would not believe him, "What he said could not be false, the information he said has never been wrong!" I asked, "Who is he?" "That's Madman!" Madman? I thought about it, and the tall man with the tattoos came to mind. I think he said that people call him Madman. "Madman? That's your roommate? He told you that?" "Yes! He's smart, and he has a PhD. He's the one who told the others about the wildfire. But he's a psychology major, and I heard you're a chemistry major, so I don't know which one of you is smarter."

She shuddered at the thought of having that man's short dick inside her. "I can't wait to taste the most popular pussy in this city, the one men can't seem to get enough of." He added, throwing off the towel that he had around his waist. Madison almost gagged at the small three inch thing in-between his legs, and even worse, it was erect! That was as big at it could get. "Nope! I can't!" She bolted towards the door. "I only deal with cocks, not penises." She spat before running out and slamming the door shut.