Norman Boutin の小説・ストーリー

I greeted the giant before me. "I was coming through the city and decided to come and say hello to my favorite bartender.” He grinned before pointing to my office door. "I also have some new products in case you're interested.” George was a handsome male specimen, almost seven feet tall, with blond hair that was always well combed, happy brown eyes, and a model smile. Oh, and a body of fear, literally of fear. I guided him to the office, because he wasn’t only physically beautiful, but also intelligent, he had a tequila distillery that was beginning to sound among the shops.

I asked Norma. Norma looked up, a smile plastered on her beautiful face. "That is Koltin Barnes," she leaned in closer then whispered in my ear, "you know, the guy who saved me the other day." "Oh." I watched Koltin closely as he took a seat right next to Norma. He was wearing black-framed glasses and a brown knitted hat and for some unknown reason, he reminded me a lot of Neville Longbottom. They both had that cute, nerdy smile. Afraid that he might notice me staring, I tried my best to look elsewhere. Compared to Hunter and his tattoos, Koltin looked like a saint.

Norman clearly knows that crushing Aston with the same foot is just a little thing, and no matter what he can't let his grandson die. He sighs, lowers his head, and drops back his phone into his pocket finally giving up. "What do you desire, Lucien Wood?" For the first time, he asks calmly, unable to look him in the eyes. Lucien smiles but his foot remains suspended in midair. In case this old man tries something funny I'll just crush his grandson's head. "I've told you what I want Norman, or do you want me to repeat myself?" "No no," Mr. Norman hurriedly answers and smiles nervously. He clears his throat and raises his head as if in deep thought and seconds later his lips part open.