Suspicious Marble Don't Starve Together の小説・ストーリー

I didn’t much like the sound of the ‘busy’ part, but the idea of a meal sounded good (as long as nobody told me what was in it). “Just be careful,” said Schneed, “not everything’s as solid as it looks. Don’t lean on anything.” “Yes,” said Marv. “Watch your step.” She gave me a long, hard stare that was meant to... intimidate me? Put me in my place? I didn’t know. Sonny was half-mad and ready to set his cultists on the people of Requbar. Marv was gearing up to take Sonny out before he could strike. I was caught in the middle with no idea where to find the exit.

"Did you order all of this?" Mr. Marble looks at me, and he nods, "Just eat." I obey his command, and we start eating at each other. I mean eating breakfast together. The food is delicious, and it tastes high class. But, while we are eating, I can't help glancing at Mr. Marble's lips while he chews his food. Every time I glance at it, my heart keeps palpitating as time goes by. I didn't drink coffee, but my heart was palpitating while observing his face.

He answered and I rolled my eyes. "He does not even seem ecstatic about it at all." He said and we sighed. He must be scared to accept considering how our Luna died. "But he should for the pack." I added and they shook their heads. "You don't know how the mate bond works. I am very sure he will be fighting off every feelings of his to keep her in there. The mate bond is not just there. It is attraction. It is death." My father said while my mother nodded in agreement and I shook my head gently.

The less time they talked, the less time he could indulge in staring into her pretty doe-brown eyes, wondering what they’d look like if he flipped her around and bent that tiny body over the marble countertop. Marcus was grateful that Vivienne had no shifter genes and would thus remain blissfully unaware of the filthy directions his mind had careened off in. There was a sudden uptick in her heartbeat, and Marcus lowered his shirt sharply, eyes darting around the sparse kitchen for a sign of a threat. He was confused to find nothing aside from Vivienne nodding thoughtfully at what he had said.

“We need to see what’s ahead first.” We crept forward until the trees thinned into a clearing. In the center stood another shard bigger than the one Mara had brought back. This one was carved with symbols that glowed faintly red, pulsing like a heartbeat. Around it, strange creatures prowled half-wolf, half-shadow, their eyes glowing with Aaron’s magic. My stomach twisted. “He’s feeding them.” Edward’s jaw tightened. “We take out the shard, the creatures weaken.” Mara glanced at me. “Can you do it?”

“He already did. And he’ll repeat it. It alters nothing. The proposal holds, Sophia. Whenever you’re ready to pick up again, seek me out.” “I do,” I murmured, the admission risky. “More than ever.” He offered a gradual, cautious dip of his head. “Then we’ll play it smart. There are spots he avoids. Ancient passages under the property. We could,” The atmosphere shifted abruptly; I sensed the matebond drawing nearer with a humming intensity. Marcus picked up on it too. His gaze widened, the ache and fervor swapped for sheer panic. “Sophia, bolt,” he warned sharply. But the moment had passed.

A bowl of crackers beside it, the cheap square kind with salt dust in the corners of the plastic pack. My stomach knots with hunger so fast I nearly hate it. Caleb sees that too. Of course he does. “Eat,” he says. “Hate us after. It works better with blood sugar.” Then he steps out and the door closes. No lock. Sarah checks anyway. Hinges, seams, ceiling corners, vent grilles. Julian goes straight to the kettle and lifts it like it might contain a bomb. Mara sits on the floor with her back to the wall, eyes shut, one palm flat against the baseboard.

It was a blurry night as the heat was unbearable for Alice, not that the room is hot but she was feeling hot. The conversation she had earlier with her grandmother had taken her off the edge. One thing Alice know off and she is sure of is that she has no interest in marrying any of the princes.

“The boss says we have to kill at least one player today. You’re such a slacker!” “I haven’t had any good grilled food in all the years I’ve been dead. Even if there’s no taste, I still want some.” “Hmm, I guess you’re right. We’ll only have the energy to go killing once we eat.” They spoke as though there were no other people around them and had their vigorous discussion without a care. As for why they did not even suspect that I was another player, well, that was because of Jorvan. Two ghouls could not resist the scent of the food in the end and came over to have a seat.

I flipped forward, searching for more insights, and found a critical entry dated just two weeks before the attack. *August 3rd - Vivienne's investigations have uncovered disturbing information. Three young wolves from villages near Stone territory have disappeared in the past year. All females, all around sixteen years of age, however, have a similar character to Marabelle, although she is only five, as if Marc is using them to fulfil his needs until Marabelle came of age. Apparently, they are distant cousins of our family line, about 12 generations apart, so their Graystone blood is too far diluted to claim the throne, but I think Marc is using them more as playthings rather than as someone