Perfect 10 Liners Novel の小説・ストーリー

Dang it. End of chapter 100

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

I looked down at the unfinished book. At all the empty pages waiting ahead. Not demanding certainty. Not promising perfection. Just possibility. Then something caught my eye. A single line appearing slowly across the very next blank page. Silver ink. Fresh. Writing itself. Everyone leaned closer. The words formed carefully. Patiently. Like a promise. > Chapter 171: The Morning After Tomorrow The room went completely silent. Then Hope pointed dramatically. "Good title." Fair. Very fair. Elowen smiled. The library lanterns drifted overhead.

She just wanted to hear him drive the final nail into her heart. She wanted to be sure she had nothing to live for, nothing to change her mind on the decision she was planning to take. “I don't care… you are a free woman, but the guilt of the child you killed will always be a dent in your life that will drive you to your grave. Now get up and get out,” he ordered. Mario, Kart, and Bruce—the bodyguards whom she had rescued from an orphanage and employed, paying them and their siblings—stood by the door, ushering her to leave.

Feeling his fingers in her cleavage, which reached down to her lower back, made her shiver for a moment… “Are you cold?” he asked. “A little bit,” he answered to disguise it. They drove to the parking lot and Diana could admire her car. A black Maserati that sparkled as if it were an exotic jewel. Ian looked like a gentleman, he opened the passenger door for her, and for a moment they stood face to face, almost touching noses. “Come in,” he said hoarsely. The car smelled of him, of his manly perfume. Diana closed her eyes for a moment, she wanted to savor a little the chance of having found her and let herself go for as long as she could.

He wasn't paying attention to me because he was too busy unzipping my dress and I let him easily take off the black balloon sleeve pencil dress as I stood naked before him. "Do you not love me?" I asked him, closing my eyes as his hands found their way to my breasts like they always do. He didn't answer me, he simply massaged the small mounds of meat in his big angry palms, squeezing harder and harder. "Oden," I called him and his eyes looked down at mine as I looked up at him, "why have you not hit me?" He tilted his head, his eyes flashing with confusion as he brought his hand up to my face and he touched the side of my face I was most insecure about, "my perfect doll," he whispered.

Always would. The urge to turn around and retreat back into the bathroom was overwhelming, but that would only prove his point. I wasn’t that girl anymore. I couldn’t be. “I should get back to work,” I said quickly. But as I walked away, I felt his gaze lingering on me, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter how much I wanted to pretend. His gaze shifted for just a fraction of a second, landing briefly on the wall to his right. The “Perfect Lover” art installation caught my eye, its ticking needles clicking forward in unison as though marking time—and fate.

Lin raised her voice, leaving Evelina staring at her with a confused expression, wondering how she could possibly be her problem. "I'm sorry... but how am I your problem? Did I do anything wrong to you?" Evelina asked. "Yes, Evelina, you did something wrong because I can't understand it. Look at me. Am I not beautiful?" Lin asked. Evelina stared at the young woman and smiled. Lin was what most people would describe as the perfect woman. She was slim, had long hair, beautiful features, full lips, and everything about her spoke of someone who always took care of herself and made sure she looked flawless.

The old bond stirred faintly in my chest, a single warm pulse I hated myself for feeling, traitorous and small and impossible to stamp out completely no matter how many nights I’d spent trying. I crushed it under every one of those nights and looked away first, chin lifted, refusing to let three hundred strangers watch me falter twice in one lifetime. ⸻ The herald had barely begun listing my titles when the ceiling exploded inward. Glass rained down in glittering shards. Dark shapes dropped through the wreckage on ropes of black smoke, the same mark from the bounty notices stitched into their hoods. One landed directly between Lucien and me, blade already drawn, smiling like he’d been waitin

“She is a stubborn and strong-willed girl Alpha,” The guy says while getting up. “Yes, Connie she is. Hand me the lube and turn the nipple clamps on” The Alpha asks him. I feel something wet and cool run from the top of my but crack to the sensitive nub of my butt. He spreads the liquid with his finger around my forbidden hole. A shiver runs down my spine and I am disgusted by what he is doing to me. As he pushes the tip of his finger into me the nipple clamps start to vibrate and tighten. He pushes his finger deeper until his knuckle is against my ass cheeks.