Neptunia Linda の小説・ストーリー

“I’m tired of living by someone else’s rules. This time, I’ll move at my own pace. No pressure, no deadlines, and no shapeshifters or goddesses telling me what to do.” I can’t help but smile a little at that. Linda’s smile isn’t full of love, but it’s honest. And right now, that’s the best I can ask of her. She stands up slowly, testing her strength as if making sure her body will hold her. After a deep sigh, she looks at me and nods. “Come on, Lydia. It’s time to say goodbye.” Our steps echo against the stone walls as we walk toward the entrance of the cave. Linda carries a small backpack filled with the few things she wanted to keep—some photos of our parents, a few pieces of clothing, and

Then sighed, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. “Yeah,” she muttered. “That sounds about right.” She glanced at the tablet, then back at Estella. “Veil project,” she said. “That’s the one tied to biometric data, right?” Estella nodded. Linda’s expression shifted slightly. Not dramatic. But enough. “What?” Estella asked. Linda hesitated. And that alone was unusual. “You know I work with Vraux,” Linda said slowly. Estella’s attention sharpened instantly.

The moon goddess is strong with the tide and her bonds with wolves are eternal. I can hear Lady Luna's thoughts as she leads the Wolf People Clan and unicorns to war. Her thoughts are loud and tell me her story. She fell in love with a sea captain and when he wouldn't marry her, she became heart broken. His name was Duncan McGuire, he was an Irish smuggler. When a ghost came to kill Duncan, Lady Luna, whose mortal name was Mary Douglas, sought to protect him. Protect him she did. When this other ghost tried to kill Duncan she stepped in the line of fire and died so that his life could go on.

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She turned the side of her neck to show me a mark and my eyes opened when I saw it was a bit similar to mine, but mine was shinier and more precise. Wait, did she say werewolves? Wolf? I touched the mark, causing me to shiver and she nodded at me with a serious but kind look. “You are the Luna. You are Alpha Enzo’s mate.” What? Norman bent his neck towards me and Corey did the same, with Davina and Andrè. I stared confused and lost, it is when a loud giggle was released from across the fields and everyone’s head raised that I realized it was from me.

She wanted to share her burden with someone else. "You won’t understand why." "Try me; I might surprise you." Linda’s response was what gave Ada the push she needed. She was silent for some seconds as Linda eagerly waited for her to say what’s on her mind. "I am not Joy Nnenna."

Perhaps the rise of hatred had exceptionally strengthened her will to live, Linda growled in her last breath: - You're not Mia! "Mia" jumped and a shiver ran down her spine. - You're dying, stop talking nonsense, let me end your life. She then pounced on Linda, but Norbert held her back. - What's the rush, let her speak. It looks interesting after all, she said you're not Mia. He then approached her face and looked at her from left to right, top to bottom, teasing her. - Could this face be made of plastic surgery?

Linda's gaze remained fixed on the photo, her expression unreadable. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke. “Sort of.” Amira's mind raced with questions. What could be the underlying connection between Linda and Karina who was the target? After a prolonged moment of silence, Linda nonchalantly shrugged. “She's Karina Everhardt." Amira's response was flat. "So what?" "She is a renowned actress. My ultimate favorite. I'd be over the moon just to catch a glimpse of her," Linda confessed, her tone dripping with admiration and longing, a sentiment that only fueled Amira's resentment towards Karina.

☆Samira☆ “Thank you, it’s a privilege to be here,” I greeted the tenth hand that reached out to me. “Thank you!” “Thank you , thank you very much!” another hand greeted me. I had no clue who these people were, all I knew was that they belonged to the “Linda Women for Change” organization, a non profit created and nurtured by Linda herself. I was done with Daniel, and the revenge had grown dull, so I found myself in Linda's bedroom, indulging in a bit of amusement while they were preoccupied with lawsuits and fighting to lift the shut down.