Ruby Sparks Book の小説・ストーリー

“I promise. You have no idea how happy he’ll be. I can finally pay his tuition, get him new books—maybe even fix his old laptop and get him an iPhone like his peers. Her excitement was genuine, and seeing her so overjoyed made my heart swell with warmth. For the first time that day, I felt at peace. Lucas’s POV As I walked into the house, all I could hear was her loud laughter with her maid. It infuriated me. She wasn’t supposed to be this comfortable—at least not yet. I hated noise, hated anything that disturbed my peace. “Can you keep it down?” I said sharply as I entered the living room. Davis, my assistant, trailed behind me with a briefcase and a box containing a few necessities that we

"I'm trying to help you, Little Sparkles. You don't even know what his kind did to your..." "Just leave, Lucian," I cut him short without trying to hear what he had to say. I was just fed up with all his puzzled words. I needed a break. "The only one capable of helping me is Raven. He's a vampire and so am I. He's the only one who can help me get through this, so just leave and stop causing more trouble!" I said, making my voice sound serious. "You heard her, incubus," Raven said, sliding an arm protectively around my shoulders. "Just leave."

Completely unguarded. And that, more than anything else, unsettled him. Because he could feel it. In his chest. That deadly spark again. He scanned the cover, thumb following the title, then back at her. "Why this one?" "It's a book about sadness," she told him quietly. "But not the kind that cries out. The kind that settles into the space between us." Some dark, wordless flicker showed behind his eyes. He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet.

CASSANDRA JACOBS The room was quiet, save for the wind that blew from outside. There was a fire going in the fireplace, to keep the room warm, and it would have appeared as though there was no one inside, if the girl had not spoken, her high-pitched voice rending through the air. “Mommy… when is Daddy coming back?” The answer was unhurried. It had even taken some time to come. “Daddy is never coming back.”

“I’m borrowing you these codices. Copy, memorize, and learn each word carefully. When you’re inside the Void, there's no room for mistakes.” He pushed one forward, its cover stamped with House Pyra’s sigil. “The Balance of Sparks—it teaches how to stabilize explosive and destructive magic like yours before it consumes you from the inside. You’ll need it if your inner power flares inside the Crucible.” I dipped my head again, a happy smile tugging at my lips. “Thank you, Instructor Lucan.” His gaze sharpened at the title, but his hand still shifted toward the second. It didn't have any House sigil. It was a green-bound volume that smelled faintly of dried leaves.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

Prologue. Fierce heartbeats. Fast strides. Haggard breaths. Dripping sweats. She knew there was no turning back now. The only thing she regretted was not leaving sooner. she continued to run through the wood,torns and spikes of trees scaring her bare arms and legs. She knew her bare feet were already bleeding but she couldn't stop and couldn't care less. All she thought about,all she cared about then was the little boy running beside her.

He walked through the narrow streets; his eyes saw what kind of place this was, and since it was nice, he somehow felt a little relieved that he was in a place like this. Amethyst is helping an elderly woman with her groceries, and Dylan thinks that Amethyst never changes at all. Amethyst still helps the elders whenever they need help. Seeing Amethyst like this, he felt guilty. She was smiling; her expression was serene and content. It seems that he has no intention of returning to his old life. Who really intends to go back to the life they had? They were always filled with blood and illegalities. They always have to look out for their own lives.

Sort of. My fingers fumbled toward the nightstand. I grabbed the glass of water Rosa always left there and downed half of it in one breath. But the shaking didn’t stop. I turned toward the small shelf near the window and reached for a book. The only thing that could slow my mind down enough to breathe. I flipped the lamp on. Its golden glow bathed the cover in warmth. “The Kingdom of Soft Stars.” A children’s fairytale. Sweet. Magical. It was about a young girl named Elara who could speak to the stars. But the stars only whispered at night—and only if you were brave enough to be alone in the dark.