Silent Hill Fanfic の小説・ストーリー

Jillian’s mouth moved against Clara's with an absolute, desperate devotion, tasting the jasmine and the salt air, drinking in the only real thing ever found in a lifetime of illusions. As the moonlight shifted across the bed, the silk slip slid to the floor, leaving no more barriers, no more secrets, and no more contracts between them. In the quiet sanctuary of the coastal night, the aloof titan and the brilliant scholar were finally on completely equal ground—writing a story that belonged to them alone, one breathless, fiercely protected moment at a time.

I explained with a sheepish expression on my face. I was very superstitious. I couldn’t explain why. But it was that way and no matter how much I had tried to change, it wasn’t something that could go away so easily. I knew Sandra understood when she nodded. I loved her so much and the more understanding she was, the more I felt guilty. It was all good. At the end of this agreement, I was going to tell her the gist of it. And I hoped she would understand.

I was crying as I said this but my words didn’t have any effect on Draven who merely stared at me as if I had been nothing before him. “I was only playing with you, you understand! How much stupider can you get? Didn’t you see me with that woman? You are right I was cheating on you because I got bored of you. I love her!” No that’s not true! This wasn’t what the Silia in the scene was saying but what I could hear my own self mumble. It was as if I could read what was going in the future Silia’s mind and as I saw her break down into tears I felt my own tears fall down my cheeks.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

But in the artificial heat of this moment, it only added fuel to the fire. ​"She’s a bottomless pit of need, isn't she?" Silas rasped, his eyes locking onto mine with a challenge that defied blood or brotherhood. ​He didn't wait for a verbal answer. He moved into the narrow space between us, and with a low, guttural grunt of effort, he guided his own length into her, finding the opening she had saved for him. Sienna let out a sound that wasn't human—a high, keening wail of pure sensory overload as she was filled by both of us simultaneously.

Silas moved through the ridge‑line forest like a shadow, boots silent on the frosted pines. Dawn’s thinning light cast steel‑blue shadows across his face, each breath a plume of cold air and rage that burned hotter. He stopped at a ,ruined cairn,the place he and his wife had first met, and later bound by love. He knelt, fingertips tracing lichen‑crusted stones. The memory came sharp: her laughter, fierce and warm, the promise they’d made to protect their daughters—together.

“Everything okay?” “Mhmm” I glanced sideways discreetly at Blair and he seemed to be noticing her for the first time. “Davian, it’s so hard to get hold of you” Blair screeched in what she thought was her seductive voice and I had to control myself from laughing over my drink. “Who are you?” Davian asked with a frown and satisfaction bloomed in my chest as an embarrassed choke escaped her mouth. “Mr Grey, My name is Silas Hill and this is my fiancée, Blair Thompson”

I followed them and rubbed Sylar on top of his head. "Okay, we can read that one to you," he told him and then took him to the library, getting it down and then took us back to our room. He laid Sylar down on the bed and smirked at him, starting the story for him as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Sylar giggled as he listened to Silas tell him the story. He started to doze off about two chapter in, his eyes shutting slowly. Silas watched him then stopped, closing the book and then got into the bed beside him, pulling him close and kissed his cheek. He looked towards me and smirked, watching me before he tucked the two of them in and closed his eyes, nuzzling against our little brother. I

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself. Stop reading these. They are random people who don’t even know you.” She shook her head, her fingers trembling as they danced across the keyboard. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the whirring of the laptop’s fan. “I can’t just ignore what’s happening to me. That is my image going up in flames. This is what they wanted. Wess and Hyacinth actually succeeded.” Her hands were genuinely shaking but for the wrong reasons.