Mikey Tokyo Revengers Future の小説・ストーリー

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

he replied with a cool expression. "Everyone go and work!" he hushed to his workers. Everybody left the hall without a lot of movement. As the hall emptied, Tsu Lian placed his hand in his pocket and was looking at the details of how work will be held in the parchment his father left him. "Tsu Lian, it is time to have my revenge." Lin Zoe murmured. "I will be your trust in your eyes but your killer in the back. You will give me all your secrets and submit them to me but I will make you fall from the highest of mountains." she smiled ruthlessly with evil dark eyes.

- he assured fervently, releasing her wrist, then with the other hand slipped the mask off his face. - Sorry for the attack.- Miyuki said hesitantly, and when finally saw his whole face, she recognized him immediately, even though he was wearing heavy makeup in the music video, and now his eyes were only slightly underlined with eyeliner.- I'm sorry, but are you perhaps... Aoi Takashima?- she asked, looking at him closely. - Don't tell me that you are my fan...- he sighed with a slightly weary face. - No, no, nothing like that.- Miyuki quickly denied.- But my best friend is, that's how I got to know your face. I don't have TV at home, so I mainly heard your voice before that.- she explained.

The hoop… had definitely been raised by at least 30 centimeters. “YAMADA MIUUUUU!” Takuto roared, waving the honey-soaked rope like a battle flag. “You called~?” Miu peeked out from a huddle of girls, crumbs of honey bread at the corner of her lips. “CEO~ You should know… the working world is cruel~” Takuto retreated to the equipment shed, chalk in hand, drawing a battle strategy map on the floor. “Knowns: Miu has past-life memory She knows all my athletic habits

Mikey said as his tone becomes serious, “And I know that what I am about to say is shameless of me but right now, I am putting everything on the line. I will never be like my parents. I know that I almost did what they did and let history repeat itself but I will stop it now. I know you chose that douchebag for a reason that I don’t know yet. And it’s okay, as long as you haven’t found your Fated Mate, please, give me a chance. Because I still believe that your Fated Mate is no one else but me.” This was the first time Mikey opened this much to me. “I can’t promise anything,” I said looking away from his piercing eyes. “You don’t need to promise me anything, Little Wolf,” he said as he cup m

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."

In a surprising moment, he raised his arm and reached for Mariah's face, widening her eyes in astonishment. Adam's eyes mirrored Mariah's tears, and he called her name with a sweetness that sent shivers down her spine. "Mariah..." he whispered, and with the strength he had left, Adam apologized, "I'm sorry it took me too long to remember." The profound words hung in the air, a testament to the resilience of their connection and the hope that even in the face of loss and injury, a reunion was on the horizon. Mariah, caught in a whirlwind of emotions after Adam's unexpected words, grappled with disbelief and hope. Had he truly regained all his lost memories, or were these fleeting moments of c

Rhett was holding up a glass of juice, asking if she was thirsty. Me? Zane took my hand and led me onto the stage. Mr. Jordan took the microphone again. "Tonight isn't just a welcome home party for my son Zane." "It's also to officially introduce his fiancée—Freya Corleone, heiress of the family." "Save the date—eighth of next month. Drinks are on us." Thunderous applause. A wave of congratulations. From the food area came a sharp crash—a plate and a glass shattering at once, followed by a yelp as Daisy got splashed on the foot.

"That’s not—I mean—I’ll get a new car tomorrow. Whatever you want." I didn't give him the satisfaction of an answer. The registration at the Pack Hall was a blur, but the moment it was finished, I dragged Carter straight to the Elders' office. "I want to void the existing Bond," I declared. "The re-registration doesn't count. I want it canceled, and then I want to start over with a completely new ceremony." Carter tried to refuse, but he couldn't win a fight against an amnesiac Luna—not while I stared him down with red-rimmed eyes and a trembling lip.

Once their breathing had slowed Annie gently kissed her mark. “Your mark has healed,” she said, admiring it. “Do you like yours?” he smiled. “I love it, but why a bee and sword?” asked Annie. “The bee is from my family’s coat of arms and the sword is a broadsword, one of the original weapons of a Reiver.” he explained, stroking his mark on her. She kissed him again as she climbed off him and grabbing a sponge and some soap, she gently washed him before he took the sponge and returned the favour. After spending time soaking in the bath, communicating through the mind link so Annie could practice, talking and drinking wine, they helped dry each other giggling like children, before climbing int