The Hong Kong Diaries の小説・ストーリー

Or the world learns about Hong Kong. Attached: A photograph I hadn't seen in seven years. Me, hunched over behind a nondescript bar in Kowloon, vomiting into a gutter, one hand braced against graffiti-covered concrete, the other protectively curved around my swollen belly. Eight months pregnant with Griffin, days after I'd fled New York with nothing but a passport and the clothes I could fit in a carry-on. The photo had been taken by a private investigator Michael had hired to track me—a fact I'd learned months later when the same PI had approached me with an offer to double-cross his employer. I'd thought all copies had been destroyed in the exchange.

Taylor's POV The orgy was really noisy, dark with heavy bass. People were all over the place, openly talking with each other with some shamelessly fucking. My eye couldn’t leave the gay couple fucking right next to me and I felt myself cock twitch in my pants. That's when I spotted Sam. He was leaning by the bar, arms crossed over a tight, black shirt that displayed the pump of a hard body. He was grinning while looking around. Our eyes met, and I walked right to him, my heart going crazy fast at that moment.

I poked Clark's cheek causing him to look at me and sparingly smile. “What are you thinking?” I asked. “About what is happening right now, it is not normal anymore. I do not want to think any bad things but I cannot help but to think something really unusual,” he answered. I just shrugged my shoulders because of his answer. I just stood up and went to my seat. I opened my bag to get my diary and immediately walked out of the room again to go to the back of the University. My dairy was almost full because half of it already have entries. I think I need to buy more because what is happening is so exciting for me.

Every moment she begged for the pain to stop. Sometimes he still woke at night hearing it. Miguel’s voice interrupted the silence. “You’re spiraling again.” Adrian blinked once. The present returned sharply. “I’m thinking.” “You’re reliving.” Annoying man. Accurate too. Adrian exhaled slowly before looking back toward the documents. “Show me the Hong Kong files again.” The analyst obeyed immediately. A new series of photographs appeared across the screen. Ports. Cargo transfers. Underground clinics. Several grainy surveillance images tied to known members of Kai’s network. One image caught Adrian’s attention instantly.

The executive penthouse felt like a pressure cooker. Even though we were fifty floors above the city, the air inside was thick, heavy, and tasted like the coming of a hurricane. It had been three days since our return from Hong Kong, and while the "fortress" was technically secure, the man in the center of it was falling apart.

Justin had just alighted from the bus as he takes a look at the bustling city with skyscrapers and luxury cars all around him. He had just a little Duffel bag as he didn't want to carry along many things which will remind him of his past. He walked down the street to the little apartment Desmond his best friend had rented for him. His brain kept going back to the trauma and damage he faced from the terrific break up he witnessed causing his relocation. He vowed to himself never to be kept as a secret lover or let any man break his heart. As he walked further he stumbled upon a newspaper which stated the CEO of the White Companies is in need of a Personal Assistant and interviews were going o

Clement would walk me home every single night. Later, when a landlord scammed me out of rent, he brought his law school friends and stood up for me. Little by little, he broke through every wall I'd built around my heart. So, how did someone who once felt like the sun turn so cold so fast? I didn't have an answer. Honestly, I didn't want one anymore. I wiped away my tears and forced myself to think clearly. My passport and bank cards were missing. Clement had probably taken them. I started calling friends back home.

To have that kind of creative, destructive, absolute power? And the other part wonders, with a shiver I can’t suppress… what would it be like to be Hudson? I don’t think I’ll ever forget this diary. It feels less like a secret I discovered, and more like a blueprint that discovered me. Chloe exhaled slowly, flipping to the next page. Alright… Can’t wait to see what the next confession is. _______ Episode 43 – Sugar Daddy The penthouse smelled like money, a crisp, cold scent of polished marble, imported leather, and the faint, expensive hint of cigars that never actually got smoked, just displayed.