Post Malone Getting Flashed の小説・ストーリー

CAROLINE I thought my confession was shocking until Malcolm blurted his after he finally learned to speak again. My hand was over my mouth with tears threatening to leak from my eyes. The annoyance swirling inside me moved like lava, burning my heart and heating up places I didn't even know could be angry. "Everything is in this flash," he handed it to me, trusting it in my hands. "I have friends that can take it up and with solid evidence, it'll all come crashing down--"

Marylynne defended her second daughter and Sapphire scoffed before standing up from her seat, a serious expression on her face. “Too bad for you Sapphire, you chose a bad day to play a clown, I have with me, the flash you claim to be empty and I would show everyone here how legit it is,” Melissa said, raising the blue flash from her bag and Sapphire nodded. “It is not like you have any other choice, these tigers are ready to maul you if they know that you trick them,” She replied. Melissa inserted the flash in the laptop in front of her and smirked before turning to show it to Mr. Connor. The man’s eyes ran over the content before he relaxed back on his chair.

Flash. Flash. Paparazzi descended like moths. “Emily! Are you dating Mason now?” “Is your cooking show backed by his label?” “What happened with Liam Black?” “Did Mason help you disappear?” I didn’t answer. Just offered a polite smile. “Note to self, never go out with a superstar again. I think half the room is staring.” Mason smirked. “Good. I like an audience.” I nudged him with my elbow. “I’m serious.”

The woman impatiently pointed at Stella and exclaimed, "Where did you come from, brat? Scram!" "Felicity booked the entirety of Moonrise Bay today for a party. You should leave now if you know what's good for you. Don't dirty our space!" a tall and thin woman said arrogantly. Felicity? Felicity Portman? I knew that name. She was a microcelebrity who was signed to my husband, Micah Morrison's, entertainment company. They were heavily promoting her recently. She had become popular because of a web drama, but at the same time, her attitude had also become insufferable.

"So I'm going to send them one back." My brain stalled for a few seconds. Send them one back? Send what? I didn't ask. I tossed the cleaver aside and ran into the bedroom to grab my old laptop. Whe I passed the living room, the red code flickered in my peripheral vision, and my heart skipped a beat. Back in the bathroom, Malcolm was still standing in the tub, the water a little cool. His upper body was bare, droplets sliding from his hair onto his shoulders, and below the waist, a stunning, dangerous tail.

The morning after the Punishment, Sloane’s body was a map of pain. Each welt was a dull, aching reminder. Each tender, internal muscle whispered of Markus’s brutal invasion. She moved through the sterile luxury of her apartment like a ghost, the silence oppressive. The high from the historic earnings, over thirty-five thousand dollars in a single night, was a cold, metallic buzz in her veins, inseparable from the throb of her bruises. Her phone chimed. It wasn’t a text from him, but an encrypted video file with a message: Your progress report. View it alone.

the second one replied him. Malik quickly got his phone from his pocket and turned on the Torchlight. He shone the light on the last spot he kicked Adeline to, but his soul departed from his damn body when he saw who it actually is. Madden! He's sitting on a stool, face bruised from their kicks, and his bloody lips spread into a devilish smile. His cross necklace shone with the torchlight. Malik's mind reeled in terror. His limbs turned to lead, weighted down by dread.

HEADLINES: NEWSFLASH!! BANQUET TURNED DISASTER! "Just look at this!" Gideon stood up angrily and slammed the newspaper heavily on the desk. "This is a slap to our face! How could they?!" The room was quiet after the deafening roar. Linda walked quietly to her husband to calm him down. It was such an embarrassing moment for them yesterday, and now it's on the newspaper. What Alliance? What marriage? It was not going to happen anymore!

“Ya...ya..… already married. Then the gang of girls here also seem to be planning a drama or scandal for Beth, they don't accept the guy as their inspiration, masturbating in the toilet, marrying someone else." "Oh, disgusting! Source of masturbation inspiration… ugh." “Well…the truth is hurt, bro! That's the truth…they took your photo on their cellphone..and then went into the toilet cubicle…and then there is a sound…' Ah…Mr. Logan…fast…ah…faster ahh…in…deep…ahhhhhh…..' it is shrill in the end.. it means they already have an orgasm." Logan is disgusted but ended up laughing out loud. The way Edwin acted is very funny. He had time to squeeze his flat chest.

On one page were two photographs of Amelia, and she let out a small cry of surprise as she realized what had happened; it was as if someone had pressed a shutter button and then released it, revealing a moving picture. She watched it all happen with a terrified curiosity. No way, holy cow. No. As she desperately tried to halt the succession of pictures that came flooding in like a reel of Technicolor film, the negation sounded like a thunderous inner monologue. That was false. Nothing at all. Some awful mistake occurred. It was a cruel joke done by a wicked hand. She could leave this place without losing her composure if she remained absolutely motionless. Just in time, she reached the powde