One Way Or The Other Blondie の小説・ストーリー

Except… I glanced sideways. Olandria, walking beside me. She was focused on the path ahead like she was always measuring something no one else could see. With her, things didn’t blur. They didn’t stretch or distort to be more than they were. Something about her didn’t stay contained. It didn’t blur, didn’t soften into something I could ignore. It just… stayed, and I didn’t hate that. Only if she would be less guarded around me. “…You’re limping.”

He turned to Dante who was still seated. "Don't yell at me, I came to say hi to the new Housemate. She's so adorable and look at those meaty cheeks and blue eyes...oh God! I'm getting drowned in them." Blondie replied and reached for my cheek only for me to slap them away with a smile on my face. Stupid hunker! "Get out." And Blondie was out of my room, leaving me alone with the monster I had begun to tread so badly. "What were you thinking letting two males in your room?" He asked.

Callie appeared completely confused. Blondie chuckled in turn. "There's no crying about it now that it's trending. Why don't you promote yourself by riding on Liam's tailcoats to promote yourself? You've been eager to claim an endorsement deal with Dyon, weren't you? You just might succeed this time." In other words, Blondie was suggesting that Callie use Liam's present popularity to draw attention to herself. Still, Callie bit her lip in apprehension. "But… What if Liam finds out and gets upset?"

"Of course, we're close to you. You're our one and only sister-in-law." Those people had never called me "sister-in-law" before. I locked eyes with the woman next to Luke. Julie Blanchet had a pair of bright, round eyes, and she examined me from head to toe. Even though it was our first meeting, I could clearly feel the contrast between us. She naturally exuded an air of pride and showed no signs of concern about my presence. Instead, she regarded me as if I were a clown. Just like her name suggested, she exuded an air of nobility and confidence, thanks to her social status. I learned from Max that she was Luke's fiancée, chosen by the Smith family.

Not completely. The woman smiled. It was slow. Knowing. “This body belongs to Evelyn,” she said, her voice calm. “But today, I needed her to look like me.” She ran a hand along her dress, letting the shimmer do the talking. “Darren is here.” She paused, her eyes locking onto Ònààra’s. Ònààra said nothing. She didn’t have to. “Oh,” Celine continued, glancing toward the entrance, “someone’s joining us too. Don’t worry. I’ll be right back.”

Still dumb but still…. “You’ve never heard of me, have you?” I asked her, tilting my head. “I can do whatever I want, to whoever I want, whenever I want.” “No, you can’t!” she snapped, desperation making her brave. “He can, Jade!” her friend screamed, slapping a hand over her mouth. “He owns all of New York.” Okay I take it back. Dark haired girl was the smartest. Blondie looked at her friend in stunned silence, the weight of their situation finally breaking her.

I knew that with a gentle man like William, Even if he didn't love me, my married life wouldn't be bad. But I never expected Happiness would come so intensely and passionately. When I gave William the ring my parents left behind, He pulled up a treasured video from his phone album. In the video, I wore a light blue gown, dancing gracefully in the center of the ballroom. While William stood nearby, his gaze following my figure constantly. It was the opening dance at last year's charity ball. I performed the first dance as a special guest. The person who invited me on stage was William.

I dozed off on his back for a while, and when I opened my eyes, he was still walking. Under the overpass, the traffic lights flickered, their colors casting fractured patterns on the pavement. It really was far. Driving to my best friend’s bar usually took at least fifteen, twenty minutes. I had never actually planned to walk the whole way—I figured I’d make a show of it, then call a cab halfway. "Awake?" He sounded steady, though there was a faint sheen of sweat on his skin. "Kaylee White is back." "Hm?" It almost seemed like he was hearing it for the first time.

We both shared the same temperament with being excited. “Oh! The plot thickens!” I said as I listened intently. I had only seen the other Ancient One a few times before. He had blood-red hair and the same silver eyes as his sister. Though, unlike her, he seemed far more reserved. He would often sneak away to get out of the rule of her thumb. “Does that mean he’ll be coming back to the fold to join his mate, then?”

“Lorenzo,why don’t you go bald?That might make you less attractive to these women and don’t worry,I’ll still love you no matter how you look.” He signed.”C’mon,Fabby.I can’t believe you’re still bothered by what happened…” “Oh Damn.”She let out,interrupting him.”What if you can pull off the bald look?What if you’re still attractive even being bald?” “Stop stressing over that!Now,where would you like to go tomorrow.I have this cool place in mine,people say it’s amazing,we should go…” “And then what?Have all the women drooling over you?”She asked,angrily.