Night Court Acotar の小説・ストーリー

"I know a place. There are no five-star suites. There are no hotel staff. Just a roof and a bed." Anton leaned back in his chair, his hair disheveled, tie askew, but most importantly, his soul feeling somehow, incrementally, lighter. "As long as the lock on the door is sound,” he said, the ghost of his former controlled smile playing briefly on his lips. "I wouldn’t want any more midnight escapes tonight. I just want morning." Sabatine stared back at him, his eyes sparkling in the dashboard light. A promise. A vow. “Just morning,” he agreed.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

It was such an unforgettable moment. I was looking forward to spending the whole day with her, but as I rolled over to expose her from the heavy blanket, I was shocked to find a complete stranger beside me. A feeling of claustrophobia overwhelmed me as it finally dawned on me what had happened the night before; I had spent the night in bed with a complete stranger. I quickly got up from the bed, fully awake now, and looked around the room. My eyes turned red with fury as I stared at her, wondering what to do.

“The matter is in hand. Again, my apologies. While we are sorting out this problem, may I offer you a complimentary cocktail downstairs at the bar?” I quell a snappy reply. I don’t want a cocktail at the bar. I want my wedding night. Now. “Well, how long is it going to take?” Ben scowls. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir, we will complete the substitution as quickly as possible. The removers will be with us as soon as— Ah!” There’s a knocking sound at the door, and Nico brightens. “Here we are!” Six guys in white overalls troop into the room, and Nico addresses them in Greek. One guy lifts up the end of a bed and looks at it doubtfully. He says

Chapter 6: A Glimpse Through the Smoke A full week had passed since that night—the night that should’ve been just a release, a fleeting escape from pressure and expectation. But it haunted Theo Lucas Guevara III like a stubborn ghost. He sat stiffly in his custom silver-leather chair in his towering office, the cityscape a silent blur behind him. His jaw clenched, fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest as the private investigator he had hired stood in front of him, fidgeting nervously.

“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”

Max replied. “Do you have any idea how they met?” Nora asked and Max looked at her before shrugging his shoulders. Nora rolled her eyes at him. “I know that’s a lie but I will drop it. I will just ask Lily. She will tell me.” Nora said proudly and paid attention to her phone again. Another hour passed and they finally arrived in Atlanta, it was midnight already. Max and Nora walked out of the plane leaving Axel and Lily behind. Axel placed his hand on Lily’s cheek and creased it.

“It’s definitely Anthony.” “Whatever.” “Why are you here?” “I wanted to keep you company.” “Thanks?” “Dre…” “Yeah?” “Can I stay the night?” “No. You-” “I’d take the couch, I don’t mind. Just let me stay the night.” “The couch?” “Yeah, that’s what I want.” “There are spare rooms.” “Alright.” She showed him an appropriate one. “Dre.” “Yeah?” “Goodnight.” “Goodnight Ace.” **

Back to room Dinner Alone Just us and the guards After Lights out 10pm Nico didn’t go to his bed Came to mine Again Is this okay he asked Yeah I said Scooted over He laid down Careful Like I’d break Aria he said Site 12 New site New rules But same us Right Same us I said Aria Bennett Nico Carter Alive Together He exhaled Good Because I don’t think I could do new without you Me neither The lights buzzed Then went off Dark Outside Mountain Guards Guns Inside Two beds pushed together Two people With new names And old scars And for the first time In a long time I fell asleep Without dreaming of running

"Maybe I can convince your mom to let you stay another night." Tate rolled his eyes at the mention of his mom. Definitely, something he learned from Nick himself. Tate was currently grounded at his mom's and had begged her to let him stay the whole week. Tate wasn't a bad kid he just had too much of his dad in him. Nick wished he could say he laid down and went straight to sleep but like most nights he stared at the ceiling watching the fan spin round and round. Why couldn't it be dark he thought, then he wouldn't even have to see it. No, the storm outside was lighting up the sky tonight, or maybe he had just spent enough late nights up that his night vision was improving. He laughed at the