My Dear Lass の小説・ストーリー

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

“I will chase you, my dear.” ***** LMCD22

"I heard you told your cousin on a drunk call that you'd let him ruin you in illegal ways? I need the full voice note. Play it for me right now." Anna swallowed the lump in her throat. It tasted like copper and humiliation. "I didn't say that." "You didn't?" "I mean, not exactly. But I was drunk. Heartbroken." She heard her own voice cracking and forced it steady. "I called him at two in the morning and apparently decided the universe needed to know I find my cousin beautiful. Happy now?" Lara's grin softened a fraction when she saw Anna's face. "Hey. It's just office gossip. It'll die by lunch."

Matteo asked, opening the car door for me. I looked towards the sunrise. Golden light pierced the clouds, illuminating the city and the faint scar on my wrist where the tattoo had once been. “Thinking about what to have for breakfast tomorrow,” I said, smiling with genuine, deep relief in my voice. Matteo smiled too, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “Anything you want is yours.” The car started, gliding toward a future full of light. Behind us, in that darkened bar, Lucca curled up in his own blood, clutching the discarded ring in his hand.

I’ll never look at a full moon the same way again. My heart lurched to find Skylar asleep under the red tartan blanket. Dee held one of her slender hands, tenderly stroking her short brown hair with the other. Mireille walked towards me, holding cups of soup and bread. “Eat, please,” trying not to wrinkle her nose at the burning stench. Declan bent over and placed kisses on the top of Dee and Skylar’s heads in farewell. I noticed her vile red corset had been replaced with soft cotton pyjamas and felt the tightness in my chest begin to unwind.

“You only love the fool who revolved around you, who was always waiting for you to come home. You love the feeling of being unconditionally adored.” “You don’t love me. You just can’t stand the taste of being abandoned.” “Caius, do you know what the saddest part is?” I bent down, my lips close to his ear, and whispered: “After hearing all your explanations, all your apologies, all your promises… I feel nothing. In fact, I almost want to laugh.” “I, Larissa Devereux, do not pick through another’s scraps. Especially not something as poisoned and worthless as you.”

The man’s eyes blazed at the suggestion, but in the blink of an eye, his hesitation stopped him. “Madam Rouge told me never to take it off, sweetheart…” “I-It’s… okay… Take it off… K-K-Kiss me…” Deirdre was slurring through a bloody foam. Her voice was quivering, but to the ears of a red-blooded man in flames, it was as if she was mewing in welcome. She had such a mellifluous voice. A lithe body so fine that her appearance must surely reflect this even if she did not look like a literal goddess.

Brianna suddenly remembered poetry she once had read in a book: O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love,

Lazarus growled, his fingers darting to my clit and rubbing fierce circles while fucking me harder that my body lurched forward. “Fuck!” I screamed, “I’m gonna cum.” “You don’t come without my permission.” He rebuked, his other palm capturing my breast and twisting my nipples painfully hard. “Please.” I sobbed. “Who owns you?” He asked, his voice deep and steeped in malevolence. “Lazarus De Loughrey.” I cry out with a loud moan. “Come for me Ma Cherie.” He commanded in that whiskey laced voice.

Déjà vu. As Lilian wore my makeup, she hummed a little Italian song. I had heard Lachlan humming that song one day when we were together. “What is that song?” I asked as she blended the foundation with my skin. “Oh, it's the theme song of my favourite movie, Il bel principe, The Handsome Prince. It's a very amazing movie. The last episode aired yesterday.” She smiled. “Yesterday, you say?” My eyes went round. “Yes,” she dropped her lower lip, and I followed suit so she would apply my lipstick. “It's also Sir Lachlan's favourite movie.”