The Wild Edge Of Sorrow の小説・ストーリー

"You almost got yourself killed today." Riley turned her head slightly, her cheek pressed against the pillow. Her eyes were glassy with tears. "He... he was going to kill Skylar. He's a monster, Lucas." Lucas paused, a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic hovering over a deep cut. "He’s a Wild Cat. We all are. You're in a world where silence is survival, Riley. Why can't you just learn to play the part?" "Because I'm not a pet!" Riley snapped, though the effort caused a fresh wave of pain to ripple through her. She winced, her body trembling.

Suddenly, he realized that the world would not be so kind as to give him a third chance. He had been given a second chance, but he took it for granted. Filled with resentment and fear, he closed his eyes for the last time. I didn't feel sad, just disappointed. When I walked out the door, I saw the three secondary prince consorts fighting each other again. The heavy weight in my heart lifted, replaced by a dull ache in my head. I could feel a headache coming on. How troublesome. If only I had steeled my heart and just picked one!

I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love. The night stretched long, and so would our happiness. Not long after, I became pregnant. When Caleb and I visited our new villa, we saw Thomas and Juliet tending flowers in the park. Their old clothes were streaked with dirt. Adrian was nearby, drunk in broad daylight, with a crying baby beside him. Under the scorching sun, their former pride had long since vanished. Seeing me, they hastily pulled on their masks and hurried away with Adrian. Their aging figures were the very picture of desolation.

The next morning, she heard from Lucas’s assistant that Vanessa had suffered a miscarriage. … Vanessa sat weakly atop the horse, her voice hoarse as she pleaded for mercy. From the raised platform, Lucas idly toyed with a lighter, his expression unreadable. Only after a long pause did he finally light his cigarette as he decided to let her go. Desperate, Vanessa reached for him, unwilling to accept her fate. But all she received in return was a cold, mocking sneer.

A large warehouse rose from the shadows. The brick walls were cracked and moss-covered, windows shattered, the old freight doors warped and rusted. But from within… came life. Lights pulsed red and violet from the windows. Music—low and thundering, almost primal—vibrated through the soles of Ethan’s boots. Laughter, shouts, and screams of joy pierced the air. Smoke curled from the broken rafters. It was chaos. Beautiful, anarchic chaos. “Welcome to The Edge,” Jace announced theatrically, throwing his arms wide. “Where rules don’t apply, and legends are born.”

But I had survived thirteen years on nothing, I could survive whatever came next. I walked until my legs ached. I walked until the trees thinned and the ground changed and I realized I had reached the edge of the neutral territory. The strip of unclaimed land between Ironmoor and whatever came next. That was when I collapsed. I laughed. Loud and manic. I wanted to claw out my heart from my chest and dump it on the floor for the wolves to find. Maybe i’d have a little burial ceremony for it with a headstone that says “Here lies the heart of Sera Voss loved by no one and loved noone”

I wasn’t sure I wanted him to stop trying anymore. My heart was beating so hard I was sure he could hear it. I turned my hand over and let our fingers slide together. His grip tightened, not hard, but like he needed something to hold onto. “Ezra…” he whispered. His voice was rough, barely there. He leaned in slowly. So slowly it felt like the whole world slowed down with him. I could see the faint scar on his cheek from some old game, the way his lashes cast small shadows on his skin, the slight tremble in his breath.

Happy Birthday Lailah" Cheers and applause fulfilled the room, A beautifully decorated cake that looked delicious and lovely presents, not to forget the loud music and crazy dances. A surprise party was arranged for me on my 18th birthday. I'm not a party animal but just to make my friends feel happy, I joined the occasion. After a while, when I could no longer handle it I excused myself from that place Exiting the back gate I let out a long sigh. Wow, that was a hella lot to handle. Wanting to breathe some fresh air, I walked around. In front of me was a small grove. It was past midnight, unsure of what to do. I stood at the entrance of the grove, "Man, I wish not to go back again! I want t

Lexie clutched the shot glass like it was the only thing tethering her to reality. Her fingers trembled, her nails digging into the wood of the bar as she downed another scotch. The burn that followed felt like punishment—and she welcomed it. She could feel the stares. The bar wasn’t loud enough to drown out her sobs, and the crowd definitely wasn’t kind enough to mind their own business. She muttered bitterly, voice slurred and raw, “What the hell are they looking at? Never seen a woman fall apart before?”

And suddenly I feel it Not hunger. Not rage. Sorrow Infinite sorrow. The Hollow trembles violently. And for the first time in eternity The Devourer begins to cry too