The Mountain And His Wife の小説・ストーリー

“Don't worry, Rara, I won’t let them take you away—“Taking a deep breath, I added. “I am married to them.” The commotion on the other side went silent. I almost regretted it. “What?” He breathed out in disbelief. “What do mean married? You can’t be married to all of them.” “I am. I am…” I was confined in shame. “Was it by consent?” There was undoubted worry in his voice. He knew what they were capable of, and he also knew how they made things work their way. “Of course, why did I even bother.” He scoffed. I could already imagine him shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Then this creates a problem.”

His wife is four months pregnant now still she stubbornly wants to walks with her mother at the mountain . Unfortunately, for the ready woman notice came from their camp commander , the mountain will be open at two in the evening as the collective compound had tale out a large amount food supplies to sell . Although, the impact is not as huge as yesterday , still half of the food supplies had sold out like , vegetables, chicken, eggs , flour and brown rice .

I ask, my voice barely a whisper. “There was a time when this mountain was our home and all around it was teeming with our kind. My family ruled around this mountain and we faced no trouble for several millennia. Then two centuries ago, I ran into a woman, very much like you,” he says and I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “My family did not approve of her but I trusted her so much, I was willing to leave this mountain and go somewhere far away to be with her.” He remained quiet after that and I feared that that was the end of the story but when I looked at him and I saw the anger welling in his eyes, I knew that there was more. More than I probably did not want to hear but also needed to kno

Belle added a smile. It’s Leo’s story to tell. He seems decent, almost nice enough to be her friend. Knowing his story would help her understand him more. “There’s not much to tell. I already have a family.” He added. It was like a rehearsed line, he said again and again. “But once upon a time, there was this lady, from a wealthy clan, who married an Italian entrepreneur. They were happy. It was a perfect marriage. In their world, there was nothing money couldn’t buy… and yet, a love match was a luxury. And they had it, not instantly, though.

"Yes, it's so beautiful. You know, when I lived in that village with your mom, I used to watch the sunset and sunrise every day, and I always wanted us to do it together." "My wife is so romantic." He hugged me from behind and kissed my ears. "Aron, it's time for us to go down this mountain. We've consumed all our food, and the scorching sun is about to tan our skin." "You're right. We need to go straight away." He nodded his head.

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

A smile she had seen across breakfast tables. Across quiet evenings. Across years of marriage. A smile belonging to only one person. Emma's world stopped. Because standing beyond the Gate— Waiting for it to open completely— Was her husband. And judging by the look in his eyes... He had been expecting her all along.

When he pulled away, his voice dropped low, meant only for her. “Don’t misunderstand this,” he said quietly. “You have my name—but nothing else.” Amara’s chest tightened. Before she could respond, applause erupted around them. Cameras flashed. Smiles were expected. Lucas turned away from her without another word. And as Amara stood alone at the altar—now a wife—she realized something terrifying. She hadn’t just married a stranger. She had married a man who already hated her.

He took in the scene, the tension between us, and his expression darkened. "What's going on?" He looked between us. "I heard shouting." "Nikolai's wife just paid us a visit." I wrapped my arms around myself. "Turns out he forgot to mention he's married." "You're what?" Kieran advanced on Nikolai. "You've been sleeping with Camille while you have a wife?" "We're separated." Nikolai held his ground. "And you're one to talk about complications. How's Adriana, by the way? Still pining after you?"

“We have grown to love our peace and privacy. So, no. We’ll not be doing that.” Then he turned and walked away from the podium without another word, even though the reporters shouted more questions. Myla let out a long, shaky breath and turned off the television. Even after everything, her husband still knew how to stand in front of wolves and make them heel. A low groan from the bed caught her attention. She turned to see Jared’s eyes fluttering open; his brow was furrowed in pain, but his gaze was alert. He immediately tried to push himself up with his good arm but hissed sharply as pain shot through him.