Tokyo Revengers Emma の小説・ストーリー

I tried not to fidget nervously under that penetrating golden gaze that seemed to bore right through me. "So let me clarify," he finally rumbled. "You claim you only want to hurt him emotionally in proportion to the pain he caused you? No actual physical harm or lasting damage to Brad?" I nodded firmly, arranging my face into a pleading, tearful mask. "Yes, absolutely," I said earnestly. "Just enough to make him feel the same heartbreak and public shame. Then I'll consider us even and move on with closure." Conan studied me intently, his eyes flickering over my face. "And what about the cryptic message on your phone earlier that you refused to explain?" he pressed. "The one mentioning your..

Uche repeated “You can’t fight me. I am the greatest warrior in the land, fighting me would be useless.” “That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try.” Ejima swallowed. She had a stone on her sling, ready to let them fly. “Oh, my dear friend. Such courage will only get you killed.” Amaka chuckled, “You should have—” There was a quick flash, followed by a trail of blood on the gray wall. Ejima’s pupil dangled in her skull and her shoulders sagged when she realized what had just happened. She took a step back, watching her friend who was holding her neck, choking in her blood with disbelief and confusion. The woman tried to speak or tried to look at the man she had loved, but the betrayer seemed to nudge

Emma replied. Once again, Zeni had to compliment Emma even though he could only do it in his heart. Emma is truly a magical girl who can think long and see the cause and effect caused when she acts recklessly.

“Good day, all. I am Mary Vaughn-Hamilton, daughter of Gerald Vaughn, Alpha of the Phoenix Pack, but some may know me as the Luna of the San Francisco Pack. Before drafting this message, I battled with myself, because I was unsure if it was the best thing to do. It is now clear to me that I should never have allowed myself to be silenced. My story deserves to be heard.

Ema said quietly as she faded into the flow of the city. "Because when I'm done," she said with a stiff upper lip, "you'll wish you'd never left the comparative safety of the pack." That was the promise in her thoughts, and with it, Ema vanished in the crowd, one anonymous among many. But, unlike the naïve people around her, she acted with precise aim, with a burning desire for vengeance that would transform everything as it was known. The war was on, and Ema would not stop or pause until he had Amelia's head for all the indignity, failure, and humiliation she had caused him.

She falls face first next to me so I stick the knife in her throat just as emberly jumps on her back and she kills one of the 2 looming over me Emma screams from behind me fighting the second last emma, distracting me long enough for the last Emma to land on my chest grabbing my arms she holds them above my head, I fight her back just as emberly lands on top of her The first Emma fights to get the knife from my hand just as Emberly starts to slam her face against the floor, I rip my hand away from hers and I slam the knife into their throat. Falling onto my back I sag in relief as Emma kills off the last one. “Please tell me this is it and I don’t need to fight anyone else?“ I ask, I was phy

Naturally, it would have been she who should be this thirsty for revenge, and not Riley whose relationship ended a few months before theirs began, but somehow, she is hell-bent on sending the girl to her doom. Emma wanted the revenge as well, and when Riley had come to her with the idea, she had seen a means to get even with Logan, and not even his little bride, and it had felt thrilling to her at that time-thanks to her fucking drugs! But now, after spending some valuable time with her ailing grandmother and going for therapy which has helped her a great deal, she had quelled the thought of a bloody revenge. Especially since she started seeing someone. She would not tell Riley about that, o

the teenager raised his head, and his gaze intently locked onto her. Emma felt a shiver of fear, and her actions were indeed as he described. Without killing, one would be killed. She didn’t have time for mourning, perhaps when she saw the miserable appearance of Luna Meria’s daughter because of Luna Meria, she saw a glimpse of Omega Lanka. She looked down and said, “You’re absolutely right...”

Emma said, her voice muffled against my shoulder. I pulled back, searching her face. "What happened with your mom?" Emma's face turned grim. "Lia was poisoning her, but Henry's taking care of the situation. She'll be okay." Relief washed over me, followed by a surge of curiosity. "Why are you back, Emma?" Emma's eyes locked onto mine, determination burning within them. "I need your help, Sara. Jethro needs our help to take down Ryker. And I need your power."

“Emma, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to carry this burden. Come home.” Vivienne stepped in front of Emma, her dagger raised. “It’s a trick. Don’t listen to it.” “It’s not real,” Callan added, their voice steady. “The force is exploiting your memories. Reject it.” Emma hesitated, the figure’s face a perfect mirror of her mother’s. “But what if—” “No,” Vivienne snapped, her tone cutting through the doubt. “It’s not her. Focus, Emma.” With a deep breath, Emma raised the key. Its light flared, piercing the mist and dissolving the figure into smoke. The whispers faded momentarily, but the mist remained.