Run It One Piece の小説・ストーリー

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

He smiled and took away the parcel from her hands, hopefully she would believe in his lie. "If it's for me, then let me see it." She snatched it back from his hands and excitedly began to unwrap the packet. Raiden mentally face palmed and hit himself for his terrible excuse. He should have known better, being aware that Jessica's patience was smaller than a pea.

Another one of the smaller wolves lunged for me, attempting to behead me instantly with its claws, but I am faster, much more agile. I dodge in a millisecond, his claws just barely missing me, and I felt the whip of the air against my skin as I whooshed away from the enemy. One mistake and it’s all over. I can’t let that happen. Not now, not ever. Alpha Titus appears from almost nothing but thin air and effortlessly breaks its arms. It screams out in pain and growls in anger, but before it could retaliate, he breaks its neck without breaking a sweat himself and then tosses him aside right after.

Victory is within reach and soon I will be taking my father’s precious Beta position away from him and there is nothing he can do about it. [Grace we are so close!] Amelia calls out through our link, yapping happily. I can see the veil of magic shimmering, the Moon Goddess letting this be her way of showing us out of the cage they call The Run. I howl excitedly, my companions doing the same as we announce our victory in completing the Run without being claimed or claiming another.

Like, maybe there was a way to permanently suppress or get rid of this curse. I swore at myself as I came to the realization that maybe, just this one time, running had not been my best move. Just because I went to a pack didn’t mean I’d have to stay there. I could always run from there. But now I wondered if Trevor would even still take me, or if I had just blown it. I wondered if my ego would even let me go beg for forgiveness. 'But now you need to run.' The voice sounded urgent. I shook my wrist, the silver bracelet bouncing harshly against my skin. It twinged a bit, but it usually did the trick to shut the voice up.

I want to know if it was the same thing from a time before. “It’s called Piece.” “It’s a piece.” I knew it. That figure that looks like a puzzle piece is Piece. I know it doesn’t make any sense at all calling that piece a Piece. It’s weird, but that girl I knew before is weird enough to call her dog Doug.

Thank you to everyone who supported me, y'all are part of this success. FURTHER ANNOUNCEMENT: One In A Million will have its spin-off, Run. This one will show how the world works outside the facility during the time they were battling with the parasites and zombies. Lawrence and Georgia will be the lead characters here. I will write it soon, so, stay tuned! Live long, Mickeys!

I see the strange man exit the buying and before my common sense can take effect, my legs take after him. I sprint after him, thighs knocking together, dress flying in all directions and a sandal snaps as I take off after the man I just know is guilty. He dips between two buildings and I pursue him, but the man is so far ahead. Deceptively fast. He turns to see me before stopping and I quickly push on to take advantage of his halting. "Hey! What do you have in your hands? Is that my wallet?" He jumps for a second, startled, then tips his chin to me.

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

He hands me a beer, his head falling back with a deep laugh. "It was actually. This whole," he gestures his hand between him and I, "thing. It's different." Popping the top off the beer I look down at the muddy ground. "I get what you're saying." Everything about him and I isn't normal. The heavens suddenly open and cold rain pelts into my skin. Everyone hollers, running to their vehicles. "Come on!" Max grins and turns his back toward me conveying he wants me to hop on his back. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his strong back and he runs.