Sirvienta の小説・ストーリー

Mitchel smirked as he sipped from his drink. "Hmm, I have no doubt about that being true but I will remain miserable and I can't afford that" Mitchell who was listening calmly eased his frown and felt his drink go through a wrong route. Coughing to a white napkin from the table, Marty extended a glass of water to him as he slowly parthed his back. Thanking Marty he sipped a little and seemed okay but his face had turned pale, his eyes were bloodshot and his lips surprisingly dry.

"Exactly! Don't just let her sit there. Give us a little mouth-to-mouth action and pour her a drink!" For once, Peter ignored the crude jeers of his friends. His hand gripped her waist tightly and pulled her closer to him in a protective way. Then, he downed the glass of liquor offered to him effortlessly before countering, "She's new to places like this. Don't scare her." "Aww! You're already getting protective of her. Mr. Sullivan, this public display of affection is killing me!" "Shh, keep it down. Can't you see that Mrs. Sullivan is still sitting there?"

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

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Kieran suddenly could not remember his wife's order, so he said, "Val, come over and tell the cooks what you want." Valerie nodded. She stood in front of the cook and recited her order at once. The cook said, "Ms. Valerie, please wait for a while. I'll grab a notepad and write them down." There were so many dishes that he could not remember all of them. Then, Valerie recited her order thrice for one meal. Julian happened to pass by. He said without thinking, "Other pregnant ladies have bad memories, but I guess all those supplements were not for nothing—you remembered your order of eight dishes perfectly."