Requiem の小説・ストーリー

"Your scent is on me, I can't get you out of my mind. I'm dying to see you, counting down the hours until night falls and the city goes to sleep, so I can keep you awake with me. A kiss wherever you want, my little girl. Julian." My heart raced and my palms were sweating, it was like hearing his voice in my ears, I grinned from ear to ear and sighed. Now I had his number, I just didn't know how he got mine. But I didn't care. "I can't take my eyes off the clock. I'm so looking forward to being in your arms again that I can hardly think of anything else." I responded with crazy anxiety when the phone vibrated almost immediately. "I'm thirsty for your kisses, to touch your warm skin... To hear

The mournful melodies of the funeral dirge envelop them, and the soft whispers of condolences from friends and family fill the air. As they take their seats, Karma's gaze falls upon the two coffins, adorned with white roses and surrounded by candles. Her heart aches, and she feels the weight of her loss like a crushing burden. Karma slowly walks up to her mom's casket, she removes a single white rose from the Casket spray, and returns to her seat, smelling the flower. and the eulogies flow like a river, each one a testament to the love and impact of Karma's parents. Tears stream down faces, and sobs echo through the silence.

She touched my hand gently. “Be careful.” Her voice… small, worried… It settled something in my chest I didn’t want to examine. P. Mama looked at us, then down at the hand Annabelle had just touched, and she let out a tiny hiss. Almost unnoticeable. The choir’s hum vibrated through the cathedral like the corporate cry of wounded soldiers. The place was shrouded in black, velvet, satin, and wool, all of it heavy with grief. Léon Fierro’s coffin lay in the center of the hall, draped in deep crimson cloth, embroidered with gold.

The wound suddenly burst with a blinding light, as if it would tear his entire body apart. Kael let out a pained grunt but didn't stop. "Kael! What are you doing?" I tried to stop him. "Don't move," he said through gritted teeth. "This is the best protection I can give you." With a sharp cracking sound, a black crystal flew from his chest and landed in my hand. It was a heart-stoppingly beautiful crystal, as if it held the saddest melody in the world sealed within. "A Requiem Shard," Kael said weakly. "It's condensed from my deepest sorrow and despair. Crush it. Any soul that hears the sound will be plunged into absolute silence."

The stars above twisted into spirals of light and shadow—patterns that mirrored the old Blood Moon’s heartbeats, but broken, imperfect. > You made harmony, but harmony is just control with music. Nareth’s flames crackled. “Show yourself.” A figure stepped out of the air— tall, translucent, its eyes like mirrors reflecting every color of creation. > I am Requiem, it said. The rhythm between your rhythms. --- The Philosophy of Requiem Seren stared at it. “You were born from the pause?” Requiem tilted its head, smiling faintly. “Born from what you left unclaimed. Every silence holds a possibility. Ev

“I’m ready.” With that, Ryder pressed a series of buttons on the control panel, and the heavy security doors slid open with a mechanical hiss. The room beyond was dimly lit, the shelves filled with thick binders and electronic terminals that hummed with activity. Eva stepped inside, her eyes immediately scanning the room. It wasn’t just the physical files they needed; it was the data. The heart of Project Requiem was buried in these walls—somewhere. She could feel it, just beneath the surface.

he murmured, his words filled with a bittersweet reverence. They adorned Catalina's grave with freshly picked flowers, symbolizing their everlasting love for her. With heavy hearts, they turned away and slowly made their way back to the castle, the weight of their loss lingering in the air like a haunting melody. That night, as darkness enshrouded the world, Visenya tossed and turned in her sleep, her dreams plagued by restless shadows. Suddenly, she jolted awake, her piercing scream shattering the stillness of the night, echoing the depths of her terror.

He was wearing a bright coloured shirt so Brian saw bloodstains slowly dripping from the back of his head to his shirt. Henry was almost connecting his hand to the door handle when he turned around to face Brian. "One last thing, I know feelings cannot be forced but I would rather kill you than allowing that sweet innocent girl to get involved with you. You don't deserve love, mercy or care. You deserve hate and bitterness and you also deserve to end up with the likes of Kayla and Aura." Henry said, then took his leave, slamming the door behind him.

or “You are arranged by Liam Seam to get internal news of Lee group? The last few questions were asked by the reporter who has been arranged by Lake to taint Reese’s character. Reese was standing there as if someone has poured a bucket full of ice cubes on her body. She felt her heart was congested as if it is being squeezed by someone with their bare hands. Thousands of ants are crawling on her body that was causing a severe shiver and insensibility. Her voice was choked in her throat as if somebody is pressing her neck. Tears started rolling uncontrollably from her eyes and she put her hands on her ears to stop hearing.

It was compensation he owed my parents. The graves were luxurious and grand, and he'd said this was the first step in repaying me for all I'd done. But apparently, it was also the last step. When I arrived at the cemetery, I did not expect the graves to look completely unrecognizable. Now, a mansion stood where my parents lay. I stumbled out of my car and frantically pressed the doorbell, desperate to know what had happened. The next second, I heard a familiar, sweet voice. "Eli, you're back already? Did you get them already?"