Paranoia Heartsteel の小説・ストーリー

, She yelped as he grabbed her hands, roughly pinning them to my chest to shut her up. The hands pinning hardly to my chest, and the table behind me caused me more pain. "Boss!" He spat, and Crystal looked into his dry eyes with fear. There weren't any emotions. None. ".....Look at me, crystal. Where I am today. Look at how I built a castle out of all the bricks the society you threw at me." He chuckled, and Crystal stared into his eyes which were now full of pride. "I wasn't even the whisper in your thoughts, yet you were the screaming in my mind," his voice was heavy, and She tried to find some emotions into those sockets.

I commanded, my voice dropping into a sovereign register that made the hovel's foundation stones groan. The iron needle struck home, buried to the hilt inside the creature's chest cavity. For a split second, a triumphant surge of adrenaline hit my throat. The parasitic runes along the metal spike flared into a brilliant violet crimson, aggressively drinking from the molten ash circulating through his system. The dark-magic frequency wove directly into his heart line, and I expected to see the liquid fire drain from his flesh—expected a clean, clinical exorcism that would drop him to the floor as a restored, mortal Northern warrior.

"Do you like them? If it's not enough, I'll have more sent here." I shoved the screaming chicken into his hand with a deadpan expression. "It's for you, a breakup gift." Clutching the yellow screaming chicken, he stood there looking utterly stunned. Just when I expected him to snap, he looked down and squeezed it the way I had. After the chicken shrieked again, he lifted his head and looked at me with sparkling blue eyes. "Is this a token of our love? I was utterly speechless. Fine, I decided to take my words back. Oliver was not just a psychopath; his brain was wired into a planet's frequency completely different from that of a normal human.

The clash of steel and the sharp cries of battle filled the air, but all Lia could focus on was the pounding in her chest. The Heart’s power surged beneath her skin, far stronger than it had been before. The intensity of it threatened to overwhelm her, and every movement felt like it was pushing her further to the edge.

Zoey dared not imagine the consequences of offending the successor of such a powerful corporation. A security guard immediately took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. Steve personally supported me, nodding repeatedly, his face filled with shaken relief. "Mr. Guzman, I'm so sorry. This was our failure in management. You must've been so frightened. Rest assured, we will take this matter very seriously." Ignoring him, I fixed my cold gaze on Yvonne. At that moment, there was no trace left of her earlier arrogance or smugness. She staggered toward me, forcing a submissive smile. "Honey, this is all just a misunderstanding. I was just joking with them…"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sh, close your eyes sweetheart. You're safe with me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Unconsciously my mind flashed back to the time I had seen his upper body part, I'm worried what if the beast try ravishing me? That would definitely be the end of me! He's so huge no doubt he's going to tear me apart even without seeing him fully yet. Another sob escaped, I quickly dressed up, by the time I was done, I met the the girl waiting for me outside.

He expressed his surprise. "Yes, I believe it is quite appropriate, given that you have been dubbed as the 'Steel Heart'. I consider you to be my 'Brave Heart.'" She placed her hand over his chest, directly over his scars, silently expressing to him what she means. He leant in close, whispering in her ear as he tugged on the silver chain that was enclosed around her neck. "Say it once more, benim kuzgun saçl meleim." He planted a gentle kiss on her neck, a low growl leaving his lips as she repeated what she had said, breathlessly.

Lying in dust for years, soaking in sorrow. Then came a new feeling. Cold, smart attention. A thread from the dying Scourge heart, fleeing the void, finding this small, feeling anchor. Nestling. Waiting. The girl’s innocent curiosity. A spark. The seed uncoiling, striking, burrowing into her light, feeding on her life, waiting to grow. Liora gasped, staggering back. The hairpin felt like a red-hot coal in her hand and the link was evil, close. “It’s a parasite,” she said, choking. “It’s feeding on her, slow. We must break the connection.”

She gracefully looked toward the massive, heavy reinforced steel door. "Rohan," Kiara commanded lethally, her incredibly smooth voice echoing with pure destruction. "Completely stop breaking his mangled hand. Bring in the heavy, industrial-grade jumper cables. And explicitly connect the thick copper clamps directly to the heavy titanium cuffs violently securing his entirely bleeding, bare ankles. Let us completely test the absolute maximum electrical capacity of his highly stimulated, actively failing heart. I want to explicitly hear him violently scream the passcode when the raw, unfiltered voltage aggressively tears completely through his hyper-lucid brain."