Mech X3 소설 & 이야기

Streetlights outside glowed gold and dull, their reflections swimming in the puddles below. Behind him, Emrys stood at the stove wielding a wooden spoon like a scepter. They were barefoot, again, in pajama pants covered in tiny knives and a cropped band tee so faded the lettering looked ancient. "You cook," Noah said, because it was the kind of sentence that didn't require emotional investment. "Unfortunately," Emrys replied, stirring the pot like it owed them money. "It's a compulsion. A trauma response. Also a seductive art form, though I'm not using it on you, so don't panic. You radiate sexual panic."

The sound of a nearby creek trickled through the forest, and the smell of wood smoke hung in the air. Emiliana wore a simple blue tank top, white shorts, and a pair of Jordan sneakers, ready for a summer of outdoor adventure. As she made her way toward the check-in desk, she felt a familiar presence. She turned her head and saw him. Him? Wait, him?! She looked at the figure approaching her with surprise all over her face. Jace stood tall and confident, with a charming smile on his face. He wore a black fitted t-shirt that showed off his toned biceps, a pair of red athletic shorts, and a rugged backpack slung over his shoulder.

He seemed to be both stronger and faster than one would expect a normal human to be. I came around and looked under the hood with him. I’m not a mechanic, but I can change my own oil and spark plugs, routine stuff. I know what a car is supposed to look like under the hood. What I saw under the hood of that car was in no way normal. Mr. X was working on it, though. He had removed his hospital smock and was using it to protect one of his hands from touching hot things apparently. Probably sensing my curiosity, Mr. X began describing what I was seeing. “This is a liquid fluoride thorium reactor, Dr….Carl. It goes for years without refueling. I would love to show you more, but there just isn’t t

The characters within began to twitch and shift, their eyes opening with a spooky, blue glow. "Get ready for battle!" Maya yelled while lifting her weapon. The initial bio-mechanical soldier emerged from its tank with stiff movements that soon transitioned into smoother actions. It released a robotic snarl and charged towards them. Xander pulled the trigger, his bullets landing on the creature's torso with minimal effect on its speed. "Target the areas where the bones meet!" "They have strong armor!" More soldiers emerged in the room, causing chaos as they attacked with precise ruthlessness. Xander battled alongside Maya and Alexei, their joint efforts barely holding back the tide.

I was surprised to wake up feeling no pain at all. I guess Six's pills and shower were my solution. I surprised myself even more by being ready by 06:30. I was waiting outside the gate, dressed in blue jeans, a blue and white striped t-shirt, a white leather jacket, my blue Converse boot sneakers, and matching accessories, including a blue scarf. It was once again chilly, and I could see the leaves starting to change. Fall is officially upon us. The familiar purr of Six's car sounded as he turned into our street. I only then realized that it was a black corvette.

I don't deserve it. Chuck didn't come crawling when he hit rock bottom. And now that he was on the mend, he wasn't gonna start. Someone called from outside. "Chuck, come fix this one. We've got an order!" The big-shot CEO was now a grease-stained mechanic. That's life. And Poppy? Ella's loudest cheerleader—the one who tried to guilt me into forgiving—her own family got wrecked by Ella. Just days ago, the two of them were brawling in a mall.

Alex grunted, and it eventually grew louder. He announced after the uproarious laughter, “I have to settle my unsettled trade with the legendary merchant, (Alex shouted ferociously and crushed the liquor glass and the glass pieces made him bleed) Hexa!” *****

Their safety. Safety was a myth. A game of trust that one liked playing, and yet, knew that they couldn’t afford losing. I learned that the moment my mother’s blood soaked the wooden floor of our childhood home. I learned that the moment I felt her powers surge through my veins like it was a pulse knowing where to go. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking. Xavier Blackthorn. He was everything Lorenzo hated and everything Annalise wanted. Which made him dangerous.

“There is more.” “I have two more things to give to you.” “Oh?” Maddox was confused as I pushed him away and found the small box I had hidden. “What’s this?” “Open it.” The long rectangle box snapped open. “I had this made. It looks like a standard mental bracelet. The middle has my picture in it. However, there is a transmitter in it. Three different trackers are programed with it. Each baby has their own, and I put another one in me. If I get taken, I’ll have two trackers. This is set up so you can use it as a compass if needed.” Pressing the middle picture, it turned into an arrow and snapped to me. Moving my body around, it moved. “First one is me. Then if you tap it again, the blue is C