Pokemon Francesca の小説・ストーリー

Besides, Francesca wasn't easy to approach. Yes, compared to other Quirino women, Olivia felt more hesitant to communicate with Francesca. If Olivia could say, Francisca seemed cold and kept her distance. She was hard to approach. Her face didn't have the friendly impression of Ivana and Sara, or the softness of Flavia.

The only things bright about the place are the lights hanging from the ceiling and those lighting up the shelves behind the bar. “There she is,” Paola says in my ear. “That’s the owner, Francesca.” The woman she’s referring to has long dark hair streaked with purple highlights. One half of her head is shaved, and her face is covered in makeup and piercings. She looks different from anyone I’ve ever seen before, and it makes sense that she runs this bar. Her eyes are on us as we approach her. She appears to be in her early forties, and she’s slim and tall. Paola grabs my arm, smiles at Francesca, and says, “This is the friend I’ve been telling you about!”

The whole stadium is waiting for Lauren to send out his next pokemon as they wait in anticipation, Lauren looks at Assunta who is also waiting in anticipation for her opponent's next move. Lauren "Since you have come all the way to the finals, I will honor you to face my first ever pokemon" Assunta 'His first pokemon? is he talking about Venusaur, no he is referring to some other pokemon, is it Charizard or Blastoise, what could it be'

I was about to say sorry to dissolve the fight but I think this bitch before me doesn't deserve it. "Hey, it wasn't on purpose, stop barking" I said while I pulled Lisa to go away from there but that girl grabbed my hair and pulled me. "So you think? I had this dress exclusively designed for me by the Voora house of fashions, just for you to spill wine on it? Huh, bloody beggar" Jessica put her hands on her hips as she sarcastically insulted me, calling me a beggar. "It's just a cloth around wrapped around your good for nothing body, just don't blurt whatever you please" Lisa retorted as she freed my hair from her grip.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

She's holding her cup so tightly as if in an attempt to crush it. “Who is Scarface?” Tiffany asks indifferently. Bernice looks at her in disbelief, wondering whether Tiffany has just landed from outer space. Scarface is a girl who is fast gaining popularity among the students and teaching fraternity, with almost everyone talking about her. Mostly, they talk about how goodhearted she is and her dislike for controversy. Just the other day the school administration was thinking about giving her some leadership position and they quietly interviewed some students regarding the same. Bernice knows this because one of the senior lecturers told her about it as they made out in some sneaky apartment