Toriel Dead の小説・ストーリー

Tyrone didn’t want her finding out from another person and he decided to come clean. “You were married to her all this time, she was torturing me,” Dolores asked accusingly, her voice filled with hurt. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” Tyrone apologized but Dolores was having none of his apology as she turned and walked away from him. ‘You’ll pay Olivia,’ Tyrone swore. **** The news about Daira’s death spread like wildfire across the internet and while some felt sorry for her dying in the prison riot, majority felt she deserved it especially as they knew about her trying to kill Zendaya while the little girl had hardly developed in the womb and being behind Zendaya poisoning.

Fuck! I nodded, swallowed. "Callie Turner called me today." Tali laughed in my face. "She died years ago, Turo. No way she called you today." I watched her steadily. Waited for the truth of my statement to land. Tali shook her head. Her brow was low, her nostrils flared. Red dusted her cheeks as she spoke. Her voice was a low growling snarl. "No. She's dead. I checked her myself after the fire fight. She was gone. She's dead and not coming back. Unless she was communing with the devil and he made her a vampire of some kind, she's dead." She sliced her hand through the air.

Furious, Sylvia kicked my mother on the floor a couple more times. In a fit of panic, I lunged forward to shield my mother’s body. Unfortunately, the heel on Sylvia’s shoe still landed squarely on her form. Hearing my mother’s agonized cries, I came to a belated realization: I was dead. I had been dead for seven years. I was just a wandering spirit and powerless to protect anything. “Sylvia, Charles didn’t abandon you! He...” ‘He donated his organs to you and chose death for himself.’

She used the bond to poison Betty from the inside out. Tola died of a broken heart, leaving Betty an empty shell. And I am the one who handed Audrey the knife. Adriel comes into my room once a day. He stands by the window, talking about pack business, talking about the borders, acting as if everything is perfectly normal. “Just kill me,” I tell him, my voice a dry rasp. “Pull your silver blade and end it, Adriel. I am empty anyway.” Adriel doesn’t hesitate. He steps across the room and drives his fist straight into my jaw. The blow knocks me out of the chair, sending me crashing onto the hardwood.

"I'm something much darker." After we dressed, we made our way downstairs for breakfast. Anastasia was already seated at the dining table, looking elegant as always in a cream-colored blouse and perfectly styled silver hair. "Good morning, children," she said with a knowing smile. "You both look... refreshed." Liliana blushed, but I just poured myself coffee and took my seat at the head of the table. "Any overnight developments I should know about?" I asked. "Three of Torrino's men were found dead in an alley downtown this morning," Anastasia reported calmly, buttering her toast. "Shot execution-style. The police are calling it gang violence."

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

He chuckled darkly. “Gray is poisoned. It won’t be long before he’s dead. Ever Moon Pack now sees you as a deranged murderer, so they won’t help you. All you need to do now is follow my orders, sleep with Nigel, and bear his child, and I’ll let you live...” I summoned all my strength and kicked him. Torres’s expression darkened instantly. “You bitch!” he roared. “I... I’d rather die than follow your orders!” I panted heavily, tears streaming down my face. “Kill me now! I’d rather die than sleep with Nigel!”

he said, almost incredulously. I shook my head, taking my seat as if I was genuinely interested in what he had to say. He leaned back in his chair, sighing deeply. “Thorian was found dead in his car. It’s being investigated as a potential suicide.” My pulse quickened, but I kept my face calm. I didn’t hear that part from the police officer….he barely gave me any information. “That’s terrible,” I replied, forcing a hint of sadness into my tone. “What happened?”

The photos. The recording. The report. Soon, all of it would reach Adrian. But not yet. Not here. Not while I was still close enough to be found. My assistant turned slightly in the front seat. “Ms. Vale, your flight boards in an hour. Should I shut down the old number?” I looked out at the fading line of New York and placed my hand over my stomach. “Yes,” I said. “Turn it off.” Scarlett Moretti died at her wedding. Stephanie Vale took her unborn child and her future with her.