Max Prestige Lightskin の小説・ストーリー

The room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of the recessed lighting, but the only light I saw was the violet pulse of his skin. He laid me down on the silk sheets, looming over me like a shadow that had finally found its home. He stripped away the rest of his clothes, revealing a body that was more than human—perfectly sculpted, scarred by a hundred battles, and glowing with the power of the Origin.

His hands wandered back down to my hips, lifting me and placing me further up the bed. Zerrin still wore clothes, and with a flick of his hand, they disappeared out of thin air. A simple and easy magic trick I use often, no doubt his clothes are stored somewhere in a pocket dimension. I take in the sight of him in all his naked glory. Pale skin is quite common for his kind, he prefers the darkness of night rather than the light of day. His skin is a few shades lighter than my own, with lean muscle and abs. With a chiseled jaw, strong jawline, and the darkest of hair I've ever seen, my hair is black with a reddish tint to it under the light.

In her elegant emerald gown trimmed with silver, she looked every inch the radiant queen of myth. The gathered pack erupted into cheers and ululations as they saw their lost leaders return. Just to the side, King Maxwell of the Shadow Claws Pack watched quietly. Tall and broad-shouldered, Maxwell wore a tailored midnight-black suit with subtle blood-red accents…a nod to his own pack’s colours. His dark hair was flecked with silver at the temples, and lines of maturity graced his face.

Klayton replied in a tone of amusement while Max laughed. "Dad, do I have to go?" Kleyton asked his dad. "Of course, your mom has been waiting for up with impatience." He smiled. "I wonder if she dyed her hair?" Cole asked with curiosity. "Yeah, in pink." He replied casually. "Eww." "Pink doesn't good look on her." Peyton cringed. "Orange isn't a good colour on you, to be honest." Marco replied to Peyton in a snarky tone. "Shut the fuck up Marco."

his grey, battle-scarred fur began to turn into a soft, cartoonish blue. "They're 'Re-Skinning' us!" Silas roared, his obsidian smoke turning into "Family-Friendly" glitter. "They're 'Numbing' the assets so we can't fight back!" "**[ACTION: DELETE EDITS]**" I commanded, slamming the Admin-Key into the floor. The violet pulse hit the blue light, but for the first time, it didn't shatter the "Script." The "Origins" frequency was too strong—it was a "System-Wide Overhaul."

I]: 7,000 bright credits [Red Eye Assisted Aim Module]: 9,999 bright credits [MTTR Removable Battery Pack]: 3,000 bright credits [Harconix Light DMR Version 3]: 19,999 bright credits [Festive Cloud Generator]: 5,000 bright credits [Mirin-21 Ultralight Armor Plating]: 10,000 bright credits Almost 80,000 bright credits exited his spending account as Ves finalized his purchases. Parting with half of his newly gained credits hurt, but he consoled himself for making the necessary investments. The component licenses he chose performed exceptionally in the 1-Star range. Their high prices also ensured that not many of Ves' competitors incorporated the components in their own designs. The 1-Star mech

I was glad that not everything about my pack had been destroyed, though it was currently in the hands of my enemies. It smoothed every imperfection like an airbrush and was twice as light. My eyes sparkled in the low light as I reapplied my dark cherry red lipstick. The color made my pale skin seem luminous and this particular shade was special to the luxury Fluorite-based make-up company that anyone of quality and wealth would recognize. It was a subtle calling card as was my choice of gown with its classic neckline. I would stand out in the lineup like a marble statue of a goddess among cheap idols.

The one Yvonne had on that afternoon — that was the real stunner. Yvonne had waltzed in earlier, all smiles, showing off her new bling to me. "Pretty, right? Eric got it for me. However, don't get green with envy — I snagged an extra with points, and he'll get you one too." Eric noticed I was not thrilled with the necklace and his forehead wrinkled with concern. "What's the matter? Isn't this your favorite? I haven't given you much over the years, so why aren't you happy when I finally do?"

Which so far it appears that they don’t Tanya smiles at me, like she is about to say something crass as her smile twists into the edges of her perfectly high cheek bones. That’s the thing about Tanya, if anyone were to be stalking her she would look good no matter what. Her make-up is rumored to be tattooed to her face. That’s what her followers brag about her eyeliner anyway.

MAX She is absolutely stunning, every line and curve is sculpted to perfection. My eyes trail over her porcelain skin. Her long black hair is wet and is clung to her back. Her perfectly round peach bum is staring at me, begging me to come closer. It is taking everything to hold Maddox back. I shove Maddox down and shift back.