To Blaive の小説・ストーリー

I mutter. “You were,” Blaire says. “You were in a blender with wolf seasoning. Not a good recipe. We should write a cookbook called How Not To Be Evil.” Ava snorts. “Blaire, Chef Rescue, coming to a kitchen near you.” They’re ridiculous. I close my eyes and let the laughter settle like a warm blanket. Tears still gather, but they’re the good ones now — the kind that tastes of relief and a battered, ridiculous kind of love. “Promise me,” Blaire says suddenly, voice tight.

BLAISE I released the sheet of paper from my grip, gazing at the scattered sheets on my table. Our new wine production was progressing smoothly. Despite our partners' hesitation due to rumours of my kidnapping and coercion of young women, our advertisement alone had attracted numerous business opportunities. Restaurants, wine shops, and affluent members of society planning lavish parties across the country sought our wine. The demand for our latest production was soaring, even before we had conducted any wine tasting. The wine production process was still in the sanitization phase, and the wine hadn't been bottled yet, but everyone yearned for a taste of it.

If it weren't for my boyfriend, Michael Rivera, and my best friend, Laura, I'd never have gotten over the hurdle. My boyfriend, especially, worked himself to the bone just to get enough money for my treatment. Although I couldn't see him, his voice sounded perpetually tired. When Kiara came to me about a certain… job, I felt a weight getting lifted off my shoulders. It was a weird job with a weirder name: blind spectator. Laura said it was an easy job though, and it paid well. I just had to pass the interview. So, I decided to give it a go.

, Blaze shrugged. “What can I say? I like to stir shit.”, Aella said as she flicked her hair away dramatically. “People say that who stirs shit will eventually lick the spoon.”, Blaze said as he looked for bandages and swabs. They both froze and cringed at what he said. “A bit too much?”, Blaze asked. “Yeah!”, Aella burst out in laughter. “Uhm…can you take off your hoodie?”, Blaze asked as he turned his head away.

“AUGH! STOP PLEASE HAVE MERCY!” Mr. Travis called out in pain as the micro wind blades cut through him. Even as a practitioner, he had no defense for such treatment. Blake waved, and the void cut was sealed, leaving Mr. Travis gasping for breath. He seemed to have entered hell, his flesh being stripped away atom by atom.

Blair " Blair, you can consider me jealous, but I'm going to tell my boyfriend to buy me one just like it," Masha warned me, making me laugh. " It's very nice," Katia agreed. Everything was perfect. Too perfect! " I also have a present," Olga called everyone's attention, causing me to frown, "I bought something for you, Dimulya.” " What? " I stared at her in shock. She has to be kidding!

I beamed. ******

He just flinches back, looking at me with horror. I burst out laughing, stepping towards him with a hand out, which just makes him gasp and take a step back. “Okay, okay, too soon,” I say, still laughing. “I’m sorry, Blythe, seriously. I’m not going to turn you into a bug.” “But it’s so pretty!” Laila coos, coming closer and bending down to peer at the butterfly. “And surely more impervious to salt.” Blythe shudders and turns his head away, his eyes pressed shut.

Hana smiled flatteringly, "Well, Vlaire. Want to ask you something," "I knew right away. It's no good for you to call me." Vlaire said as he bowed his head to the book twice as big as him on the table. "Say it," Hana said slowly, "You know the Blue pot? I don't know how to use it?" Vlaire was so surprised that she dropped the book on the table, and Hana heard the sound echoing through the annunciation bat. Vlaire exclaimed, "Why does everything good all give you?"

She even put her hands on her mouth with so much astonished around the surrounding. She looked at Calix who’s smiling beside her. “B-Beach… picnic?” she asked, stuttering. “Yes, do you like it?” Blaire was still mesmerized by the view. “Who wouldn’t, love? My heart is beating so fast.” Her voice filled with happiness. “Who wouldn’t like it? I mean, I love this!” “I’m glad to hear that. So, let’s seat.” Calix guided his woman to sit down from the blanket.