Thriller Villa の小説・ストーリー

the list goes on. Current Survival Rate: 0.8% Emergency Protocol Initiated. Complete your first mission within ten seconds or face a dramatic death. At least it won't be as disgraceful as your first death. Don't worry. Your first mission will be hot. Emergency Detection Complete... Host's IQ: Acceptable. Host's Luck: Catastrophically Terrible. Host's Mouth: Excessively Reckless. Overall Evaluation... Congratulations! You are perfectly qualified to become this world's most hated villainess.

“Thermal scan active. Two heat signatures inside the main villa, Vega and one secondary, likely Maya Ross. No armed guards detected, but the outer perimeter’s rigged with surveillance drones. Stay sharp.” Adrian nodded. “Copy that.” He glanced at Luna. “Stay behind me until we clear the entry.” Luna smirked faintly. “You do remember I’m the one who baited him, right?” “Yeah,” Adrian said, moving ahead, “and I’d like to keep it that way.” They advanced through the overgrown path leading to the villa. The building itself was modern, sleek, and sterile, too clean, too quiet. As they stepped inside, Luna’s voice echoed softly through the glass halls. “Vega always did like to hide his chaos behin

he said confusingly. "Shit!" Ramirez hissed. "Who the fuck told you that?...." I was interupted by my phone's vibration. I grinned and pulled it out of my pocket, checked the caller ID It was Hilda. "Boss, there's trouble. Some group of armed men invaded the villa, and they've killed some of the guards and workers" she cried out. "What the fuck?" "They're everywhere, boss" even her tone sounded tensed.

He seemed thirsty and aggressive. She was embarrassed at the thought. Even ice-cold water couldn't soothe her burning throat. As she had always been curious about the private villa, she took the chance to tour it. She checked out the kitchen, the garden, and the living room. They were carefully decorated and felt homey. Thinking back to Liana's provocation, she wondered if the villa was truly Jasper's gift to Liana. Was it true that the villa was Jasper and Liana's home? Upon realizing that she had made love to Jasper at a villa that belonged to Jasper and Liana, her heart twisted in pain as though it was being crushed.

He turned away from the team, stepping toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering Miami night skyline. “Don… fuck, it’s bad.” His voice dropped, raw and unguarded in a way only this man had ever heard. “They took her. Lila. My woman. Voss and that bitch Victoria set a trap at the gala. They’ve got her locked up somewhere in Hialeah shot her in the leg when she tried to escape, cracked her head open. She fought them, Don. Fought like I taught her. Held a gun on them and told them she belonged to me.”

They were fix their positions when the barrier between the drivers seat drawned open by Marky announcing their arrival in Zandro's villa. His driver stop in the entrance of the villa, honestly this man has a magnificient taste of house. His villa has and mixed style of Medieval and modern, it was equipped of hightech gates and the door has a face scanner with thumd sensors to open. He's not that obsessed of his safety, is he?

He crossed his arms and leaned against a wall, feigning disinterest. “Ah, but I am,” Claiborne smiled, “You want the information I can provide. I could dismantle the entire alliance and serve them up to you for sentencing on a silver platter, depending on my mood,” Claiborne drummed his fingers on the chair armrests. “You act as if you aren’t tied up,” Lilly scoffed. “You should give us the information we want or you’ll get hurt. How’s that for a deal?” Thackeray leaned forward menacingly. Claiborne sighed, his head drooped forward.

“Your private visit to a sugar daddy’s villa has been trending all night on X. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen it.” That explained the icy stares and snide looks. Still confused, I reached for my phone, only to realize it had been dead since yesterday. After leaving Liana’s, I hadn’t even glanced at it—not with the rush to get to film on time. Giselle leaned close and whispered, “Mia… check X. It’s bad.” I powered up my phone. Messages from Gill poured in like a dam breaking: GILL: Check X. You went viral. Shadow Wolf caught you entering a luxury villa.

"The male lead of 'Fast and Furious'. Haven't you seen it?" Luna shook her head and said that she couldn't even remember when was the last time she saw a movie. D*mn it, I forgot she had been a slave for eight years. I had to take her to the screening room under the castle after her ceremony. Then we would watch some movies and plays, and talk about it from a girl's point of view. She would love it. Dylan drove and we soon arrived at a villa on the south side of the pack. The villa was designed to be used by the pack to receive guests, especially humans. We couldn't risk letting them into the depths of our territory, just in case. This was the best spot.

“I am sorry. I am sorry. You were right. It was you. It was always you.” “Tarra,” I sobbed. She was bleeding so heavily from the wound in her thigh, and although I tore open her trousers and tried to stop the bleeding, I could see the evil black lines of poison spreading from the wound. My bag with the anti-venom was lost somewhere in the chaos of dead monsters and had probably burned in the fire. All that remained was… I touched my neck and was relieved to find that the little vial given so long ago, a reward for an act of kindness, remained. I took it off and held it in my hand.