Red Rising Razor の小説・ストーリー

I have high hopes that today is going to be a good day, and do you know why? I’ll tell you why. Ethan Reed. I didn’t think I would see him this early in the day but the heavens are on my side. I'm on my way to the recording studio to meet with the only member of RAZE who is actually nice to me, Alexander. We aren't what you would call friends, but he’s one of the few people who recognize my skills as a producer.

“Good. Now stay still otherwise I might cut you.” I tensed up as he brought the razor to my private area and started shaving me. I held my breath, scrunching my eyes up and trying to block out what he was doing. He pressed his hand on my inner thigh, forcing my legs wider so he had better access. “Almost done.” I was glad that he was almost done but worried because the razor seemed to be in a much more sensitive place now which I wasn’t comfortable with. He brought his other hand up and pressed his thumb against my clit, making me gasp and jump and I felt the blade cut me. He stopped, dropping the razor onto the floor. “I…”

I hiss at her. I fling her away from me, refusing to move, even though I know that she’ll be up and at me in a matter of seconds. Never back down from an enemy. It’s what I learned at the side of the Red One. And so I won’t back down, even in the face of a torturess of Hell. Predictably, the second that I release Megeara, she’s up and streaking towards me with a clawed hand. “ENOUGH!”

My breath quickened with every inch that closed the distance between us. He didn’t move. Didn’t turn. Didn’t acknowledge me. It was perfect. The rage inside me flared, pushing away every last bit of fear. I pulled the razor from my pocket, gripping it so tightly my knuckles turned white. This was for Alessia. For every bruise, every scream swallowed in silence. For every tear I had shed in the dark. I raised my hand, the blade glinting faintly under the pale moonlight. My heart thundered, my pulse roaring in my ears.

Aurora. Razor was full on agitated and his mind was filled with all sorts of twisted fantasies about killing scared girl. “No one has ever hidden from me for this long,” he growled in a mixture of anger and excitement. “I am going to enjoy killing her.” His murderous intent was at its highest and I salivated at the thought of feasting on his energy when the time came. He was not fully ripe yet, just a little more chasing and hunting before I converting him into a delicacy.

Ryan calls loudly from somewhere but my attention is focused on Sierra and that idiot who is a bit too close to her, which I am not liking one bit. “Catch up with you later,” I call over my shoulder, rushing my steps. I don't pay attention to Ryan as a pretty brunette is calling out for my attention maybe she needs help. Ryan tries making idle conversation with me as we close the short distance between us and the girls, but I tune him out. My attention is on one thing, and that’s the jerk whose hands are all over Sierra. She might not even know her, I hope she does not know this guy. “Faris.. ” Sierra sighs, seeming annoyed with my presence. I don't know if I am disturbing her or what but sh

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

one’s mere wish but instead for knowing that not everything is based on what you want or what you think will make you happy, I also heard only a certain set of people gets to see her.The descendants of the man that pushed in the river, the descendants of the man that saved her and those who need the truth, I don’t know whose set we fall into, but what was it that you wanted that made her appear? Mine was to be a quiet and normal boy, living without the pressure and constantly reminded that I am the perfect son and I still need more to be perfect.” Phil asked me.‘Oh I told you to remember, I wanted to be a boy and I needed to run away and leave a nice life, I had the offer right in front of

"I may have just the thing you need." He searches for something momentarily, then brings out a black velvet display case with three rings attached. "The first ring shoots out a precise laser that can mutilate any target. The second ring, transforms into a small knife. The third ring is very similar to the second one, however the tip of the blade is laced with a powerful paralytic. Temporarily paralyzing any attackers after contact." "The last one is exactly what I'm looking for." "Great it comes in a bunch of different designs. It's available with a simple stud, or a rose, or a star."