Mistborn Reen の小説・ストーリー

"Isla isn't breathing anymore! It's your fault that our daughter has lost her mother at such a young age!" Felix Zane's roar ripped through the winter air as he knelt by my best friend, Isla Kingsley's drenched, ice-cold body lying motionless on the riverbank. The onlookers watched his grief-stricken display with pity in their eyes. If I hadn't been reborn, I might have believed his performance too. …

I was so surprised to see Damien's lover on the ground, sparkling blue eyes wet with tears. She was holding her right cheek and looking up accusingly at Damien. The main hall was full of spectators; maids and officials mostly. In the far corner, was a messenger— the one who had probably brought the news about the rebellion.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

[Cast of Rebirth of the Arrogant Young Miss changes its production team and investor! The heading was very much catching that Paige couldn't resist tapping it. She clicked on the hyperlink and it took her straight to the blogger's page. She absorbed every message on it calmly and moved down to the comment section. And Jennie was right, her name was the one trending than the main topic! [Paige Adams decides to quit female lead role in Rebirth of the Arrogant Young Miss!] Another main heading popped up on her screen and she stared unbelievably at it. When did she do such a thing?

Adrian snapped back to reality, chuckling again before saying, "Tatiana is a world-renowned Go prodigy, known as 'Cloud Mist.'" As Adrian finished speaking, he imagined the look on Maxim's face upon hearing this news. Unfortunately, he couldn't see it; not only that, but he couldn't even hear Maxim's voice anymore. "Maxim? Are you there?" Thinking that the call had been disconnected, Adriqn checked his phone and realized it hadn’t. He continued, “What are you doing? Are you shocked?” “No,” Maxim's voice came through the line, but for some reason, Adrian felt a chill in his tone.

“I just miss you. Thought I’d check in.” “Oh you miserable sod,” Carter’s voice suddenly cuts in from somewhere nearby. “We’re only thirty minutes away. About the same distance as that obnoxious gym you insist on going to.” I fall silent, remembering exactly what happened at that gym not even an hour ago. My forehead lightly taps the steering wheel. “Haha. Very funny,” I mutter. “Also, it’s an hour drive, Carter.” “Not when I’m behind the wheel,” he replies smugly.

When we arrived at the courtroom, the other Kings were already seated. “Now that we are all here, I'll brief you all on the matter at hand.” Kaiden stood up and a white screen was gently lowered in front of all of us, the light rays from a projector hitting the board and displaying the images in it. “Days ago, we received an anonymous note of a rising rebellion towards the east of Cornelia, around the border that separates it from Muhindr.” My gaze flew to King Mazdaan and I noticed him staring right back at me before I looked away.

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