Plot Driven の小説・ストーリー

By hook or crook. ---

~Lucien~ The little fool Jacob did not realize what he had done. By refusing to cleanse himself before the altar, he was inviting curses upon the Draegors Pack, and I would never permit such filth to stain my bloodline. It was disgusting enough that he had laid with a woman without knotting her properly. Men who acted on impulse always pulled destruction to themselves. And beneath Jacob’s carefully restrained expression, I could see it clearly - something wasn't right. A hidden truth sat behind his eyes.

Aiden retorted, frowning at his sister. "You are so—what did the teacher say?" Maha said then stopped. "Infuriating." Aiden offered. "Yes. Infuating. You are so Infuating." Maha said. I let out a laugh at her pronunciation. We drove into the garage of the house and got out of the car. Aiden and Maha were still arguing when I caught sight of someone standing at the door. "Why are my little pumpkins fighting?" Jules asked them. Maha ran up to her and hugged her legs as she reported,

Marco "Run it again." My voice cuts through the hushed tension of the team trailer like a whipcrack. Ignoring the furtive glances between my engineers, I lean in close to the telemetry display, brow furrowed in scrutiny. The holovid reboots, and there it is once more - that damnable final lap rendering all my efforts into second-best futility yet again. I watch, jaw clenched, as the sleek lines of my ruby red machine knife through the corners in a flawless high-speed ballet. Every apex carved with pure indelible precision. Every turn-in point a masterclass of technical perfection.

Roman grunted from the driver's seat. Soloman turned his face slowly to look at his right-hand man. Roman's jaw was knotted with tension, the old gang tattoos rippling down the cords of his throat. He knew he was overstepping with the boss, but he chose to ask the question anyway. Roman had a pretty fucked up moral compass when it came to everyone in the world except one particular blond. And now, apparently, the woman that was fiercely loyal to Katie Pullman had wormed her way into his affections.

Well except Noah of course, a true poker faced Alpha. I try to reach out to his feelings again but all I’m feeling is surprised? Disbelief? I don’t know if it’s mine or his, I’m still struggling with how to do this. So I try with Ang, maybe I can get a read on him, he’s still staring at me but his mouth slowly forms a smile. “She’s so fucking hot, I think I’m in love,” he says. “In your dreams,” I throw a pillow at him and get up to go shower but then stop abruptly once I notice I stood up too fast and I feel dizzy. Wait, my eyes fly open, “Am I going crazy or did you just… did I just?” I point to Ang then point to myself then look to the doctor. “What the hell did you put in that thing?” I

I had so many questions, so many accusations, but my body shook so violently I couldn't force out a single word. His gaze followed mine to the contract on the floor, and for an instant, he froze. But his expression returned to perfect calm within a heartbeat. Not even a flicker of panic crossed his features. He walked over with practiced ease, picked up the agreement, slipped it back into the drawer, and turned the lock. The entire sequence was fluid, effortless, as if he were simply filing away some mundane paperwork. Then he approached me, towering over my crumpled form, sounding frustrated and condescending.