Neon Val R34 の小説・ストーリー

[Male lead's favorability rate +5 current favorability rate +60%] Did the title frightened ya'll?

, Vesper laughed gloomy, while she had a plunging drone with a raged blow of her titanium arm out of the air, that she struck against the wall crashed and exploded. “I’ll buy you ten, Carter! Raven sprinted. He glitted like a shadow through the enemy fire, rolled under passing through a laser cut that turned the soil before it into liquid slag, and reached the terminal. He ripped off the cover. There were no buttons, but a direct neural interface – a glass column with fine, microscopic needles. Vesper shouted behind him. A strap had her shoulder armor beating. blood, dark and permeated by the fine red shimmer of its hybrid

Nero had stared at Valerine as she had come back from New Germany. Nero hadn't dare left his throne to greet her. Valerine had bowed after the gates had opened. “Take off your hood”, Nero demanded. Valerie gave Nero a look of confusion “Absolutely Not my lord.” Council Member Arlin’s booming voice echoed “Valerie Previs as of now we have come to the decision that you are no longer a member of the RMC.” A look of shock had completely taken over her face.

PRESS RELEASE: AEGIS INNOVATIONS CELEBRATES BETA PHASE 3 "The future of gaming is here! We are proud to announce the winners of our regional qualifiers. These three lucky operators will be the first to experience the Neural Link Interface v3.0." 1. Elias Thorne (Gamertag: Viper) 2. ... [Data Corrupted] 3. ... [Data Corrupted] Ren stared at the screen. The other names were lost to digital rot, but one remained. Elias Thorne. Ren opened a new tab. He didn't search for Elias Thorne in the news. He searched the Sector 7 Community Obituaries. Sector 7 didn't keep good records. The poor died every day, and the city rarely noticed. But the community kept their own lists on local bulletin boards.

Valen grabs the microphone boom, pressing the tip into his mouth as if that would make a difference. ".…WHAT IS GOING ON?" Spittle is flying and the sound of Valen’s booming voice echoes around the small office. He actually starts to hit the sides of the excruciatingly expensive screens as if they were an old TV in need of tuning. The tech man, who has stayed close to the alpha office since his initial assignment of getting into Draven’s computer, rushes over working around Valen’s angry figure as much as he can, staying as far enough away but knowing he needs to fix this, his fingers fly across the keyboard as he reset the connection on each camera one after the other but still the screen r

Jerry said. He stood numb looking at his phone, trying not to picture her with his friends having fun without him. He wanted to blame someone or something that prevented him from going home that night and helped her move out of his flat. But that's just the way it is. Once he snapped out of it, he felt depleted. An overwhelming fatigue that was the culmination of his week. He dropped himself on a chair in the dressing room right next to Amber Stewart. "Tom Raven, right?" she greeted him.

I was filled with a tint of anxiousness but then Val broke the silence as he enthusiastically said " YESSS! Finally! I have been waiting for this to happen. Last time we did an off-field Forum 094 this time I'm gonna finish those bastards." Neva slowly folds a paper fan that he somehow found on the table beside him and slaps Val's head with the paper fan then said: "Shut it boi, you're too loud. Bless my ears and also can you not? We were letting ourselves sink in the charm of our revived leader." Looking at their action everyone laugh as I did a facepalm hearing Neva's absurd words. Val grumpily said, "yea yea, got it mom" while rubbing his head.

"Welcome back, Centauri Patrol Team." Keron simply glanced at them before moving on. Beyond was the three-storey building with a satellite dish on the top. It was directed at the orbiting V'rounian satellite that was, in turn redirecting the data fed to it at the heart of the city. To the left was a large garage housing the armored vehicles of both the Auxiliary Defense Forces and the X'arik Guards--V'rounian military's elite forces named after the ferocious, subterranean, predatorial beast that lurked within the southern deserts of V'rounsthan. And finally to the right, an indoor firing range that were adjoined to a mess/recreational hall that looked more like a bar and an arcade place.

The love he once had twisted into something cruel. I kept thinking he would cool off, that if I stayed by his side, he would see my true feelings. However, after three years of nothing but his unfeeling revenge, I knew it was time to let go. I dialed the number that would set me free. "I'm ready to walk away from Adrian. Do what you need to do," I said. Adrian's mom, Fiona Elmore, could barely hide the triumph in her voice. "Give me three days, and you'll be dead and gone."

We’re to meet in two days, on an asteroid belt in the Q Sector. So I get to work, finishing up my newest design. It’s quite simple, really. I create a stand in the middle of the Command Deck. But instead of being made of metal or titanium, it’s made of solid Neron. Valen pulled enough of it from the earth outside to create a three-foot tall stand with two handles to grip at the top. The base of it goes to those tubes that flow through the ship, connecting to the Core affixed to the top of this beast.