Tokyo Revengers Characters Book の小説・ストーリー

Someone howled, and I immediately flipped my head around, having the feeling that it was Maverick. I was right. Maverick staggered back, holding his head in his hands, as Ryker approached him with a triumphant look in his eyes. This turned out to be a terrible mistake, as not long after, something pierced into my side. I screamed from the shock, and turned back to look at Ophelia beneath me. She held onto the blade embedded in my side, and smirked in a sinister manner. Little by little, she continued to twist the blade until I pushed away from her. I tried to stagger to my feet, but the blade of the knife burnt in my flesh—silver.

But I was really yearning to breathe the fresh air outside this hole. "Are you going to ignore me today also? I mean you should get a break from those books you read always." Nick is an annoying prick. I learnt his name the second day I got here, Nick Thatcher, he had been in an accident and was in rehab for that. He is a rich guy but very down to earth, it was part of his timetable to annoy me every single day and I just ignored him.

I glanced at her retreating figure, then back at the vase, the desire for revenge burning hot in my chest. Without thinking, I rushed toward the vase, my hand wrapping around its base as I lifted it. My heart raced, my vision blurred by the tears that had begun to spill down my cheeks. I raised the vase above my head, ready to strike, but just as I was about to bring it down on her, a sudden grip tightened around my wrist.

Meanwhile, Tuesday 09:30am … I put the last one of my books in a small crate I brought along with me to pack up, every other staff sharing an office with me just watched quietly as I packed up my things, since they realized that I was owner’s daughter also, their behaviour to me all changed, This morning, when I walked in here they all got up on their feet and bowed to me in greeting, I gently covered up the crate, I picked up my MacBook on the table and carefully placed it in my hand bag, just as I was about to carry the carts and walk out, the door pushed open and Mother’s assistant- Rose walked in, quietly she walked towards me and bowed politely, she was one of the few people that had al

"Look, Mr. Caspian. She picked up some random trinket and claimed you gave it to her." She was eager to see me utterly ruined and to witness my tragic end. But she failed to notice the flash of fury that shot through Caspian's eyes the moment his eyes fell on the ring. He'd personally ordered the ring to be recarved. It bore the letter "E". Shoving past Mable, he cut straight through the crowd. I slowly pushed myself upright and hastily covered my exposed back, only to hear Caspian call my name in a voice filled with heart-wrenching pain. "Erica… Who did this?"

When I skimmed through the messages, I saw the familiar shift—Gary's rage and threats softening into his usual brand of condescending comfort, once he realized I was serious this time. "I was wrong, okay? Enough already." "What do you want, for me to kneel and beg? Zoey, don't get too full of yourself." The words almost made me laugh. I shook my head, pulled out the SIM card, snapped it in half, and tossed it in the trash. Now was not the time yet. Life in Pereem was quiet. It was almost peaceful. My professor and Charles were kind to me. Charles even found the best healing serums and applied them to my scars himself every day. His gaze was so tender that it nearly drowned me.

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

The table in front of him was stacked high in three mountain heaps of live octopus tentacles, raw chicken gizzards, and lamb's blood cubes. He robotically grabbed a blood-dripping gizzard and forced it into his mouth. Red blood dribbled down his chin and stained his shirt. It was a horrific sight. I noticed dark bruises spread across his chest beneath his collar, and it seemed Sephine and Callum had been torturing him. When the lamb's blood cubes hit his tongue, Jonah couldn't help but vomit violently. But what made everyone's skin crawl wasn't the puke. As he moved, the camera caught the way his gaunt face contrasted with his absurdly swollen belly that stretched like a pregnant woman at fu

Roydo felt it had gone too far. "Tok! Stop! Enough, you will hurt him." He said rushing forward and grabbing his arm. Tok staggered a little, startled by the interruption. His eyes widened briefly in surprise, then they darkened in anger. "How dare you touch me you disgusting freak." He yelled, pulling his hand away. "I'm sorry," Roydo said quietly, "but you were too rough. I was scared you were going to hurt Almon, he is your partner not your enemy." "What would you know about it you fresh skinned weakling. You can't even hold a sword." He laughed. "You are so weak and pathetic. Why didn't you die with your miserable mother and make everyone happy."