Monte Cristo の小説・ストーリー

Then, he suddenly remembered something and added, “But I think you might want to check Mount Cloud.” “Mount Cloud?” Cristofer frowned immediately. “It’s pouring rain. Why would they go to Mount Cloud?” “I was just guessing. I don’t know for sure if they’re there.” After ending the call, Cristofer quickly drove towards Mount Cloud. He knew that Mount Cloud was located in the outer suburbs of Hadale, and he had rarely been there. Yet, when he whispered its name, an eerie sense of familiarity and unease crept over him, which felt inexplicable.

“He’s not strong. He’s smart. That’s more dangerous. Lorenzo’s about to swallow his own poison, served by a boy he thinks is broken.” Cristo moved through the small estate with obedience. But I saw it. In the glint of his eye. In the way he sat. The way he paused a second too long near Lorenzo’s control vault. He was already mapping out the bones of the beast. And I, Antonioni, was watching. Always watching. Through an eye that wasn’t mine. But might as well be. **** Cristo had returned to Italy, Naples. He took the train that same night.

Zion That Montefalco is such a pain in the ass. Now, I don't have to think about him anymore. He is now gone, and he will never bother me again. I just spent one billion dollars because of him, and I have to undo all that. So, in the next few days, I have to leave for a business trip outside the country, and I'm still not sure if I'll be with Crystal, so I'm taking this as my opportunity to bond with her.

She has only realized now that some of them might actually be for flirting. itsmecristy: thank you KikiLove: so what are u doing? All of a sudden, Mea Cristy Del Bien forgot where she was, what she’s doing, where she’ll go, and who she was before that second. What do I say? itsmecristy: nothing KikiLove: alright then where are you? itsmecristy: van KikiLove: where to? itsmecristy: Misibis Bay Resort KikiLove: you live nearby? Albay?

A way of keeping girls in line with the threat of being used sexually? “I’m sorry.” Domenico removed his gun and stuffed it back in his waistband before standing. “Get him cleaned up and back to Jax.” “Be grateful la Bestia granted you mercy,” Marco said to the slug. My brow scrunched at the name—the Beast. It was fitting. Once again, the slug’s eyes widened and snapped to Domenico. He immediately turned onto his knees, bowing in front of Domenico, arms outstretched on the floor, his head down.