Marvel Azari の小説・ストーリー

“I don’t know. She is an assistant now while I am just a beta.” Azriel does the unlikely thing— he snorts. I look at him surprised. “She is not my PA. She is just good at sorting meetings and taking dictations.” “That is… one of the job responsibilities of a PA, alpha,” I reply exasperatedly. “Even if she is, her role will not replace yours, that is of being my beta. That day was an exception. Stop harboring old grudges,” he murmurs, shaking his head.

And further the Lord said to Raphael: “Bind Azazel by his hands and his feet, and throw him into the darkness. And split open the desert which is in Dudael, and throw him there. And throw on him jagged and sharp stones, and cover him with darkness; and let him stay there for ever, and cover his face, that he may not see light, and that on the great day of judgment he may be hurled into the fire. Technically, the two has been side against side. As Azazel established his plague upon the world which opened up Chaos And Apocalypse, the next in life after him was Maravaritte, the goddess of Technology. Marvaritte, the goddess of technology is a creature of the fates which has a sole purpose, o do

ARIZAN "Who's calling?" He asked me curiously and stood up. I quickly wrapped myself in a towel when Trace picked up the cellphone and answered his caller named “Khaizer Vergara. I quickly took care of myself, and headed out inside the CR. I left Trace there while he was talking on the phone. I immediately went to the dressing room and looked for a dress that I could dress for myself. I can’t concentrate on choosing the clothes to wear because what happened to Trace and me earlier inside the CR still haunts my mind. Ghad! You are embarrassing Arizan !.

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Teddy said, pulling out his phone. A moment later, his call to Zac got answered and everyone heard, “What’s up Teddy?” “Nothing much. Just watching the new targets…” Teddy said with a pause, knowing that was all he need to say. “Oh, Elijah Darius… Dude, that fucker pissed off an old woman called Jewel, and now she wants us to put him in a coffin, and his three buds will be a bonus…” Zac said with this cold laugh that made Matt realize that he was a brutal manic who love to brag about his prey.

"And the answer is still NO! I have let you on your own for years already, now that I am back, I will never let you out of my sight! Especially that a threat is attached to you!" I almost wanted to slap her but I restrained myself from doing so. I am so sick of people calling me a "human" as if they aren't and looking down on me. First, Alicia, and now, his mother? Honestly? How many women do I have to fight off just to be with Cyrus Steele? "Celene, watch your words! Carmela is not a threat to me or to anyone, she is my woman!" I looked up at Cyrus who is now standing next to me as his arm snaked around my waist.

The coffee had gone cold three hours ago, but Zara Chen barely noticed as her fingers flew across three different keyboards, each monitor displaying cascading lines of code that would have given most programmers a migraine. At twenty-eight, she was Silicon Valley's most sought-after AI developer, and tonight she was about to crack the holy grail of behavioral prediction algorithms. "Come on, ARIA," she muttered to her AI system, named after the opera arias her adoptive mother used to play while Zara coded as a teenager. "Show me what you're seeing that I'm missing."

“You show up, get me off, vanish. I’m starting to feel like a booty call.” There was a silence that followed, thick with tension. And then, right in front of me, the shadows folded inward and he emerged from them. And he was fully formed. Not smoke or half formed this time. Azariel stood in the middle of my tiny living room, impossibly tall, broad-shouldered, all heat and menace and perfectly carved body. His skin glowed faintly, like dying embers of flame. Horns curved back from his forehead. His eyes were molten. Not red but deeper. Like lava under glass.