Siren Head Poster 소설 & 이야기

"See for yourself. Good night." "Good night." I watch as he goes up the stairs to his studio apartment. I take the ticket that River wrote to me and look at the area where it's provided to write the amount of fine. There in crooked letters, he has written. Fine: Buy me dinner :D An involuntary laugh escapes my lips as I stare at the paper. Name: Damian Reid Age: 56 Date: Idk Time: Unknown Issued by: Handsome Police Officer Violation: Calling his secret wife

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

“Do you want a drink, beautiful?” “Uhm…” I was stunned speechless. “She’s with me.” Siren returned with our wine, making the woman back off. “If you change your mind,” she purred, slipping a tiny card into my palm. “You can come find me.” I glanced down at the card while Siren rolled her eyes. ‘VIP 7' was engraved on the card in golden font. It finally made sense why the place was so flooded. “If she knew who you are, she wouldn’t be flirting with you.” Siren remarked. “She thinks she can get her 10-inch nails on Curtis.”

“He’s fucking normal. Enjoy it. You’d all be complaining if his manic ass was bouncing off the walls like usual.” I shrug. “It was just a suggestion. Now onto this.” I pull the stack of glossy flyers from my pocket and slap them on the table with Siren on the fronT. They stare. Knox flips one over and groans loud enough to turn heads. “Yeah, double-sided. Naked or almost naked women on both sides.” “Put them away before Red murders me,” Knox hisses, shoving them back at me. Chuckling, I slide them into my pocket. “Who’s telling him?” I ask, jerking my chin toward Echo.

‘Siren? Instantly Felen thought of a painting that was on display in the main room of Leister's manor the last time he received a summons to appear before Barend. A painting by John William Waterhouse with the title Siren. However, the painting he saw depicted a beautiful woman with a grace that captivated the heart. Be it the heart of the person who saw the painting or the heart of the man who was also painted with the beautiful creature. Very different from the figure that Felen is now facing. The figure is more suitable to be called a monster. Very scary and gives off a dangerous aura.

Penny widened her eyes and nodded her head down towards Thea’s crotch. “Yep,” Thea answered dryly. She held up three fingers and mouthed “three times” at Penny. Penny frowned, “Bellamy, do you know what we are?” she asked brazenly. Thea slapped her leg, “Hey, if he knows, we can just kill him, he should already be dead anyway!” Penny shouted. Thea dropped her head into her hands and sighed. “Yea, you’re sirens,” Bellamy answered nonchalantly. “I knew as soon as Thea bumped in to me yesterday and I knew about you when you tried coming on to me in the kitchen.”

It’s a folded piece paper My stomach drops. Slowly I pull it out. It’s a crumpled note. I flatten it open. Fernando, I’ll have it soon. She owes me. My girlfriend Cara Sinclair will pay. — M Girlfriend? Cara Sinclair. My vision goes white around the edges. The handwriting hits me like a bullet. I’ve seen it before. On the note inside the lingerie box. On the letters taped to her window. On the envelope Hal showed me that day she screamed.