Phantom Of The Opera Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Sophia's POV. He held my hand as we strode along the narrow road, our steps synchronizing. Only our breath echoed in the stillness; the world around us was silent. If anyone had told me that I’d fall deeply in love with Alessandro, I would’ve denied it at first. But here I am, with my heart completely entangled in his presence. My current wish is for my Father not to do anything wrong. I know he’s capable of it, but I still hold on to the hope that I might be able to change his mind.

Have stood up and was about leaving. "Where are you going Jace?" I asked "I'll be outside" he said and I nodded I watched Dave face and saw he was jealous, I got an idea to use Jace to get Dave back. That's a great idea. Mr Samuel Pov I was shocked when I got a call from jenny but an unknown voice talked to me. Jean did a stupid thing, allowing love to almost kill her. Love can also heal. If Dave doesn't live her but atleast we do.

A cruel ghost smirk appeared over his lips as he threw the handkerchief on the floor before staring at her with his usual ice cold glare. "You're sold to me, mio veleno. Try escaping me I will hit you where it will hurt the most, try obeying me life might become easy for you." Shrugging at the last comment he turned away from her and walked out of the worn out basement which he named as her room. The moment the door shut close Aurora tiredly threw her head against the wall behind her before staring at the empty darkness, suddenly the past that always haunted her started biting her mind once again. The same memories which she had made but at the same time she badly wanted to get rid of them.

Said the voice they kept hearing over and over. Phantom's pupils dilated. He dashed toward where he heard the voice. Savannah's siblings even chastised him for his hasty actions. It's his mama! He hadn't seen his mother in a long time! Phantom's entire body trembled. This isn't the time for him to daydream. He must save not just his fiancée but also his mother. When someone shot at Phantom, he took a step back. "Damn it!" He spoke angrily. The man crept behind the closed door. He thought the police had already apprehended or killed the people who kidnapped his girlfriend, but they hadn't. He hasn't seen any cops inside.

"I’m the fire that's going to burn the ledger." I lunged again. I didn't use the dagger. I used my stone hand. I grabbed the Phantom by the throat. The mercury-slicked skin of the clone began to freeze under my touch, the absolute zero of my petrification fighting the Mirror-link. The Phantom’s eyes widened, a flicker of genuine, robotic terror crossing her face as she felt her own system being overwritten by the First Prime’s rejection. "You... will... die... with... me," the Phantom wheezed.

Instead, he gives her an appreciative smile. Phantom, however, does not have any qualms about saying anything. “Please tell me that I’ve died and gone to heaven. Because a beautiful angel is standing before me. What’s your name, Sugar?” Mal rolls her eyes and cocks her hip with a jeer. “Sorry, cowboy, but I have a boyfriend.” Phantom doesn’t back down, though. If anything, his smile widens into a sexy sneer. “Trust me, sugar, once I take you to bed, you’ll forget all about the boyfriend. Call me, Clint.”

But his silence was sad, crushing whatever hope I had left. " Five..." Damon’s voice was laced with amusement. He was enjoying this, watching me break, watching Alex falter. Then, out of nowhere, a figure crashed into Damon, sending him across the floor. It was Phantom, the final member of the Prime Order. Damon hit the ground hard, clearly caught off guard. Phantom’s entrance was so sudden that even the shadows Damon controlled flickered for a moment, losing their form. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun without me,” Phantom said.

Someone else begged. The atmosphere thrummed with dark magic, vibrating through the floorboards. Inside the restaurant, whispers rose like a swarm of insects. “I can’t believe the Phantom is thrashing elders for a blind girl from Blackcroft…” “Who is she?” “She can’t be ordinary.” “Has he finally got over his first love?” “How did she even go blind?” The fork was still in my hand. I hadn’t taken a single bite after Dominic left. I had thought demons were different, that they were untouched by the petty cruelties I grew up seeing, above the arrogance that rotted through other realms. None of them ever crossed me in Blackcroft. Not once.

"Do you know Sara of the Phantom? She's my mother." Ramiel chuckled, his tone was scornful. "Impossible! Why would our late Alpha hit on someone who's been our sworn enemy for centuries? Even if that's true, I'm sure she's the one who seduced him and accused him of something he would never do. That's what the Phantom is anyway!" "Insult my mother again and I will punch you on your face," Sage growled lightly, sending daggers through her gaze. "You know what? I think we're just wasting our time here. We should go home now!"

He carefully loosened the corset laces just enough for me to breathe properly again, then turned me to face him. “You sang through your orgasm like a true performer,” he said, eyes dark with approval. He brought his glistening fingers to my lips. “Taste how sweet your surrender sounds.” I licked his fingers obediently, tasting myself while my legs still trembled. Victor smiled slowly. “Tomorrow we move to *The Phantom of the Opera*. You will be blindfolded and taken on the grand piano while singing Christine’s part. Wear nothing but a long coat. The theater is beginning to recognize your voice… and your body.”