Omertà の小説・ストーリー

"Auntie, I need to provide a situational assessment. I am no longer in Crete. Geographically, I am within the borders of another country. I am on the coast of Bodrum." A silence lasting less than a second blanketed the line before my aunt burst into a raucous laugh. "Oh, Nova! Honestly, these jokes of yours are going to be the death of me. What Bodrum, girl? Just grab the ice cream and get back here, your uncle already sliced the watermelon, he’s sniping seeds into the sea. We’ve got chicken on the grill too..." Matteo must have overheard my aunt's booming voice bleeding through the phone, because the corner of his lips curved into an amused smirk. He set his glass down, leaned across the t

Another huff with a roll of his eyes and he squatted down in front of me, setting the other bottle down and twisting the top from the Powerade. “Drink this, or I’ll make you drink it.” I stared at the bottle, unable to respond. For some reason I couldn’t shake it off. I’d been stupid to think that my fate was so far from Elio’s. Ella Delgado was a nobody who wouldn’t be missed if she were killed or sold as a sex slave. Fire burned my skin, and I drew in a hissing breath of surprise. Domenico’s hand rested on my neck, thumb moving across my jaw, tilting my head back.

she gasped. Thing is, while she had seen a picture before, her mind was still completely blown when she saw the building that was Ricardo DiSanto's place of residence in real life. Astrodomo de DiSanto, the locals called it; and an apt name too because the building was actually a large glass dome in the sky, vividly reflecting the red hue of the setting sun on the ground like something out of a sci-fi movie.

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to row back to the shore, something happened beneath them. The boat began to rock vigorously. Startled, the twins grabbed the edge of the boat and looked at each other with scared, wide eyes. "What's going on? Todd!" Emily cried. As the swamp Waters around them began to wave back and forth Emily let go of the boat sides and flung her arms around her brother. Todd kept a firm grip on the sides of the boat and looked around bewildered. "I don't know Emily!" He grabbed a hold of his sister as a large grey claw grabbed the boat and lifted it slowly out of the water. The twins shrieked in fear. Five skinny, long fingers covered in what appeared to be boils had a hold of them. They sat very stil

Before we start the journey of our lead, let's meet the people that will give us some fun. Also, I'll be using (') to indicate thoughts. KANATHA TRION Kanatha is also known as Gulf Lewis. A 19-year-old beautiful young man. His hair is long and really beautiful for a man. There's a reason behind his long hair that we will find out soon. He was born a Trion but his identity was snatched away from him because of a bad past that caused him to lose his true family. Secrets about himself will soon be revealed.

The girl shrank back, but her face was plastered ahead. She squinted, trying to read the name on the neon sign above their heads. Dom Krovi. It was a joint she recognized, infamous for taking young girls off the road then tag and ship them to some foreign country or keep them for use, neither was better. Dom Krovi was owned by a Russian mob, and they weren't people to mess with. A man's back appeared, blocking Hannah's petrified face.

Kenton. A very naked Kenton. 'Mate,' my wolf yaps excitedly. 'Our mate is here! He came to find us.' "Amaris," he says, his deep voice doing funny things to my insides. I nod my head, indicating that I understand him. He smiles widely and steps forward, kneeling to pet behind her ears, "You are so incredible, Amaris," he murmurs, burrowing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. "Can you shift back?"

However, her calm did not last long. Knock, knock!!! A knock at the front door of the Pavilion. Aranjo let out a long sigh, who else came looking for her? Aranjo opened the door and saw the Goddess of Wind in front of her. "Good Morning, Mother!" The greeting is Aranjo. The wind goddess ignored her greeting and walked into the pavilion. Then sit on one of the chairs in the pavilion. "How did you get back?" asked the Goddess of cold Winds. "A friend helped me!" the answer is honest.

** Meanwhile, on the other side… The aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted through the spacious kitchen of Adam's house in Thibeult City. The scent, a comforting embrace of warmth and sweetness, mingled with the bustling energy that filled the air. Maya, the omega in Adam's werewolf pack and the adept manager of his household, moved gracefully between the countertops, orchestrating a symphony of culinary delights.