Ordinary Woman X Deku の小説・ストーリー

His body bathed in his blood and his mind clouded, he continued to fight. Meanwhile, observing this situation were two women. Though they looked more like young adults. The first one was without a doubt Edea, clad in her usual absolute black dress that seemed to absorb the light. "I must say, I am truly surprised. Who would have thought that I would see such an interesting boy? I am really getting old." The second woman, tilted her head as she remarked. If Edea could be described with the colors black and white, then this woman could be described with only one word, one color–Pink.

"Enough! There's no need to continue. The problem will be long, if you continue to think far away. From the beginning, I didn't say I wouldn't allow it. So why are you making this assumption?" Eka was silent. Dika, meanwhile, smiled slightly. "You are different, Dek. The more I get to know you. My admiration for you is getting bigger, Dek." "Om, what the hell," Eka said curtly while pulling Dika's hand. "Well, I'm right, Dek. You are different from any other woman I've ever known. Since the beginning, I have loved you, Dek. If at that time, you were old enough, maybe I would have married you."

However, her fingers had swiftly gone to a shelf on the distant wall, dust particles dancing around her hand as she grasped a leather-covered book. However, it wasn't a book. It was a picture frame. And the image within... took the air straight from her lungs. Derek stood next to a woman, their figures near, their expressions radiating a happiness that was unmistakably authentic. The woman possessed gentle brown eyes and lengthy black hair that cascaded over her shoulders like silk. Linan. It must have been her. They looked so happy. Diva's throat tightened. She swallowed, blinking against the sting in her eyes. She shouldn’t feel this way. She had no claim over Derek. Not truly.

I turn to see who was talking and it's a woman with black hair, high cheekbones and pale skin. I look at Gerry, "give me another bottle of wine," he opens it and I walk back to the table, placing myself where I can get a good look at the woman who spoke against the DeLuca's. "Ladies, ready for round 2," I smile as the woman looks at me, there's a glint in her eye of recognition, but then it vanishes as she tilts her glass and finishes her wine.

Rei stands there, bare-chested, and…flat. Flat? Not even a curve? Doesn’t she have breasts? No, it’s not that she doesn’t have breasts but— “You’re a…male omega?”. Sakura whispers breathlessly.

K: Everything. K: Can we meet today if possible? It’s urgent. I don’t mind paying extra. K: Does that work for you? K: Levi is my fav too. My eyebrows shot up, and I sat down on the bed. She seemed desperate. Extremely desperate. Usually, I’d turn down women like her, but hey, she liked anime, and even though she seemed strange, I liked how she used punctuation after every sentence. Dex: how old are you K: 29.

My entire world, in one go. Quinn and Dee reported a skinny, sad looking brunette, drew maps of the setup. She has short brown hair, same eyes as me. Dee’s eyes shimmered with tears as she described the bulky, cruel men and the scrawny, drunken villagers who were paying to use the women. When she mentioned seeing needles and drugs, I had to walk away.

"You need to be scrubbed, polished, and draped in something that says 'CEO’s Fianceé' and not 'Part-time Mascot.'" "I have a name, you know," Lilia said, crossing her arms. Now that the adrenaline was fading, the charcoal coat felt heavy and the absurdity of the situation was settling in. "And I’m not a doll you can just dress up. I have a diner to run. I have shifts."

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.