Siri Stories の小説・ストーリー

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

Serra glanced behind her and saw Sisi watching the sky. "Beautiful isn't it?" she said to Sisi. The sky was indeed beautiful. Clouds forming different shapes floats above like cotton. And the heavens was blue where the sun is nowhere to find, hiding behind the clouds. Sisi looked at her. "Yup, very" she said. Serra siezed Sisi's hand and held it tightly. "Tell me a story" Serra said to her as they started to walk. "What story?" "I don't know" Serra paused for a second, thinking of words to say. "How about... Oh right, uhmm, Have you fallen in love before?".

Three Months Later: Bangkok ****************************** "Ahh...Siri..," Pai moaned as Siri bit and suckled at his sensitive collar bone. The older man was clutching and pulling at Siri's shirt, in what looked like an attempt to unbutton it. However, with the ministrations of Siri's talented mouth, Pai felt unable to do anything, except melt in the strong arms of the man he truly loved.

(World A) Female lead: Olivia Smith Intro: The heiress of Smith corporation, long brown hair that reached down to her waist line. Deep black orbs. Beautiful porcelain skin which aided her slim sexy body in mesmerization to onlookers. Full brow, long butterfly wing-like lashes and a full rosy red lips. She's rude, proud and spoiled rotten, but isn't an idiot and can't be messed with. She's well trained in martial arts and the use of weapons to protect herself, as the road ahead to inherit her family's business isn't easy.

The room was filled with voices — Bianca, Amaro, two former diplomats, a tech specialist from Warsaw. — This is not a rebellion. — Lucia said. — It’s a reconstruction. Bianca added: — And it starts with visibility. We need a summit. A gathering. Something public. Amaro hesitated. — That’s risky. Lucia looked at him. — So is hiding. — In a secure server room in Berlin, a hacker known only as “Klara” decrypted a file labeled Lucia Initiative. She read the names, the locations, the encrypted messages.

"You can keep them. Just remember the agreement we had. We'll start next week. Oh, and give me your number. I want you to come with me whenever I need to buy materials for new clothes, understood?" "Yes?" Crimson sighed loudly. "You're giving him too much work, princess. Didn't we already agree that he'd model for you every other week?" "I would obviously need somebody to carry my materials for me." Scarlet replied. "Surely you don't expect a fragile young girl to do it by herself, do you?" "There's nothing fragile about a gorilla princess." "I will shut you up." "I'd like to see you try, princess." As they were fighting, Scarlet's phone rang. She took it out and sighed. "I have to go back.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

Siri and I waited together for Al, as she’d insisted on meeting him. Al pulled up to the mall and parked next to Siri’s truck. He got out and smiled at us both. “Who is this enchanting creature you’ve got with you?” “Al, this is Siri, my grandmother,” I said nervously. “Flattery will get you nowhere. I’m mated to Loki, maybe you’ve heard of him?” she asked with her arms crossed.

My eyes moved over her, trying to find any sign that she was waking, but there was no movement. “I just know,” Siri said like it was obvious, and I nodded. “Right,” I said before picking Siri up from the guest seat and setting her back in my lap. “Did you tell her how much you love and will miss her?” Siri nodded before bursting into tears and shoving her face into my chest. “I don’t want her to go!”

SIRIUS : Yes NUN #1 : Why don’t you want to let him ride it? SIRIUS : Because I’m using it NUN #1 : But it doesn’t look to me like you are actually using it, you just seem to be sitting there, why don’t you let him ride it for a little bit SIRIUS : No!!! NUN #1 : Sirius dint be so stubborn, just let him ride it ( she attempts to take hold of Sirius’s hand and lead him away but Sirius holds on to the swing and refuses to let go)