Magic Pitch Perfect の小説・ストーリー

The score was neck and neck, they just needed 2 more points to beat the other team and if someone could score the perfect touchdown, it would win the game indefinitely. We all held our breath as the ball was tossed to Avery and he got into position to huck it over the defence line to Aiden who rushed to the other side of the field with blinding speed. It was a perfect pass made by Avery that he caught with ease and went to make a break for it instantly. “Yes, go, Aiden!” I screamed across the field.

I was in a trance Trance. A red Rolls Royce came to an abrupt stop in front of the Thane and Thorn mansion. The chief security personnel strode to it raising a questioning brow. To his bewilderment, a petite brunette dressed in a skimpy red dress and six-inch heels alighted from the driver's seat. "Hello!" he said calmly, moving carefully towards her; she yanked off her sunshade, revealing her oval face flattered with overly colourfully provocative makeup and bold accessories.

[Author’s Note: End of Mukgu’s POV] No one’s POV: After three months, Mukgu kept on failiing the interviews and all. She was really working hard for her w*****n to be approved and pass the job applications. Despite of her accomplishments from her university, the w*****n companies kept on rejecting her because of the w*****n she created. The title was My Perfect Boyfriend. It was her story with Mingchan.

She nodded and we both walked to the elevator to go to the dungeons. Minutes later, we were entering Matthew’s cell which was situated opposite to Tyler’s cell. An unconscious Matthew was chained by the silver chains. I took the water that was kept on the table by David, whom I mind linked before arriving. I then picked up the bottle kept beside the water jug with a powder in it and mixed some of it in the water. I smirked as I watched the content dissolve in the water and walked to Matthew. I threw the water on his face and in an instant his eyes opened while he screamed loudly and tried to break free from the chains. I mixed wolf bane in the water and that shit burns like acid.

She stares intensely at my screen for a few seconds and smiles. " Yes! Yes! This will do, Eliza! D******d it! "She exclaims, and I shake my head at her before tapping the d******d button. It soon begins to d******d, when a notification pops up on my screen. *Do you want to be beautiful? Do you want all your dreams to come true? We have the answers to your prayers. *It read. I stare blankly at the pop-up, and Athena swipes it off my screen.

Michael was beside him—tied to a chair. Lena's heart pounded. Mercer smiled for the camera. "Hello, Lena." Mercer's Warning Lena had her fists clenched. "How long has this been live?" she ordered. Noah checked. "Not live. Pre-recorded." Mercer's voice filled the speakers. "You keep following me, but you don't know how to play the game. You think you're tracking me?" He laughed. "I'm letting you play. But games have a cost." Lena's stomach turned.

He shook his head, gazing in my direction, his face showing great disappointment in me. Sadie laughed at him. She flipped her long hair. “That’s absurd!” She raised her eyebrows, looked around the decoration. “What’s with your theme, by the way? Don’t tell me you still watch those silly movies. Grow up, Matt,” She shook her head at him, rolling her eyes as she glanced at me. “I miss Tara,” Matthew uttered in a low voice, shaking his head in disappointment. He took the guitar beside him, played, and sang “Wherever You Are.”

I trip on the stairs and he pulls my hair and drags me up the stairs by it. The world is all white noise, an empty silence on a faded background. In the movies they use green screens to create a better world around them, and create an illusion to trick the mind. On my green screen, I'm with Arlo at the beach. No one knows our names, and they don't know who we are. The world collapses into a dark cloud of broken dreams. Dreams are crushed and my green screen shatters, my adrenaline remembers where I am. Hunter is on top of me, with his hand covering my mouth.

Sunday night has me tossing and turning with nerves, I barely get any sleep, and I make my way through the airport with bleary eyes and an actual sleep hangover. I blessedly sleep through the long flight, and I wake up surprisingly refreshed just in time for landing. I pick up my rental car and drive toward my hotel. The Tropical Hotel is a few blocks from Marcus’s office; its price is reflected in the fancy neighborhood it’s located, but honestly, I would spend any amount of money to be able to see Marcus. I check in and take a shower. It’s early afternoon, and I have a quick meal before heading off in the direction of Pitch Pr. My feet feel heavier the closer I get, and when I am one block