Maryse Lightwood の小説・ストーリー

She raised her head slowly to notice the clouds that looked like it was going to rain. It took her back to the time when Marie would run to her whenever lighting struck the clouds with a deafening sound. It was like a trauma she experienced when she was young and ever since was always scared of lightning. Marie was the only friend she had. They were both handmaids at the Royal residence. Marie had always worked for Isabella but was dismissed from her post to work for Luna Ava a few weeks after which Lucy was brought to the Royal residence.

I happened to recognize him when I saw Marisa and the other girl that I think was her sister. “Gosh, were you been in traffic, Anne?” Marisa casually asked. She saw me glaring at the woman beside her. She smiled at me, acting up genuine until I noticed a bit irritation in her voice when Marisa introduced her saying, “This is Marie. Our lovely baby.” Then looked at Trexon happily. She was beside Trexon and noticed how she started clinging herself to him. Trexon bit his lower lip and act like nothing’s wrong going on. He wasn’t even looking at me but only to Marie. I thought I’ll be having Trexon alone? And what is this? Trexon was blinded of this act and I hate this!

The woman in the room sighed, “Howard is but an old roughneck that hangs out in the gray area. He doesn’t know anything about the usage of the Lightning Wood. As for Elder Master Phillius and Elder Master Templar, I’m sure they need the Lightning Wood for their own use. What about this Mr. Yarde? Do you know why he was going after the Lightning Wood?” Eira thought for a moment and said, “I’m not so sure about it either. Although Mr. Yarde showed interest in the Lightning Wood, I don’t know what he’s going to do with it.” The master of the lodge sighed disappointingly and said, “Forget about it. Go look for Howard and buy the Lightning Wood back from him.” … While Kayson and his group were on

Madeleine still managed to dodge the surprise attack by a breath. "Elder Light! Your actions just now could be considered a betrayal and a confrontation against the search team." Madeleine warns him. He does not even take her warning properly, and Light’s eyes are reflecting on Madeleine, identifying her as his prey. "You can drop your award-prize acting, Hayes. Can’t you see what I have here?" Without her realizing it, Light has taken her mask off her face and is swinging it on his right arm. Selina’s face turns a bit pale, showing how panicked she is from the unexpected situation.

“ Ryan was her first mate. And I’m her twin. Our blood is alike. I can get close to her. I can summon my aunt. She’s a mountain witch. She specializes in dark spells, she can weaken their resolve from afar. Make Laura doubt herself and make her fail the trial.” Marisa smiled like a serpent. “Good. While she’s broken, I’ll get close enough to use this blade… One slice and the bond snaps. Damian will feel it. Confused. Lost. And I’ll be there, ready to soothe him, ready to become what she never could.” Melody chuckled “You really are twisted.” Marisa’s smile sharpened “ And you are no angel.” Just as they turned to leave the tower— Thud. They bumped into a solid chest.

I said understandingly. Lucas nodded and turned to hurry away. I watched his figure disappear into the crowd. Then, I pulled out my phone and scrolled to a previous message from Serena. She had written, "Sorry, Wilma. Looks like I ruined your anniversary trip with Professor Thorne!" She then attached her chat with Lucas. "Delete that post right now. Don't cause any misunderstandings." "Sorry, Professor Thorne. Don't be mad, please. "Are you really going to stay mad at me? Come on, I bought a new dress just for you.

~ KILLIAN ~ Selene Virell is one devil I have to be mindful of. She used to be mated to Lyra’s father, Magnus Dusk. He’s a prominent Alpha in these parts who finally had enough and cut her loose because she was a cheating bitch who made his life a living hell.

“¡Coño! (Damn!)” Marisol snorted. “Just like his father.” She tilted my chin up. “You want to know why I help you? Because veo tu luz. (I see your light.)” She pressed a sachet of dried herbs into my palm—lavender, rosemary, something bitter. “Louise fears what she cannot extinguish.” I stared at the sachet, tears blurring the threads. “You’ve done more in a day than she did in sixteen years.” “Bueno. (Good.)” Marisol’s smile was sad. “Now you know your worth. Es peligroso. (It’s dangerous)”

I picked up my phone, calmly finalized the payment for my flight, and only then walked backstage. Broken frames littered the floor. Tamara lay sprawled on the ground, her wrist bleeding from a wooden splinter. "Mr. Shepherd! My hand! What if I can never paint again?" She sobbed. "Mrs. Shepherd told me to organize these. “I didn’t know the frames would fall! I was so careful! Did I do something wrong?" Henry cradled her injured hand, his eyes reddening. Then he whipped his head toward me. "Are you satisfied now, Rosalind?" he roared.

Then she turned her head to the left, where a handsome blond guy winked at her with a smile. "Why don't you dare to meet me in person instead of sending notes? We're already past that age, don't you think?" she remarked disapprovingly. The man immediately stood up and walked over to our table. Marelva offered him a seat, and he introduced himself as Kenyell Lightwood, manager of a designer clothing store on Fifth Avenue as well. I couldn't help comparing him to Zane; they both had the same blond hair and blue eyes, only Zane's orbs were brighter, more sea-blue compared to Kenyell's deeper hue.