Toriels House の小説・ストーリー

Mrs Weitheimers exclaim turning something in the pot with a spoon. "You both are getting closer, are you sure that you are not pregnant for Felix?" Tori accuse pointing a finger at them questioning. Tori is seated at a corner of the kitchen with an apple in the hand she uses to point at them and her laptop on a table close to her. "No Don't say that." Olivia finds her seat at the table that surround the countertop and beacons on Felix to seat beside her. "So why are you all home?" "First of all since you came to this house none of them stay long on trips or work a d secondly," Tori stops and turn her laptop screen to Olivia "The wedding of Mackie Williams and her unknown groom."

I sighed, and then I jogged my way to the upper chambers where Tor resided. Torieux lived far away from all of us in the chapel area of the Castel. He was a vampire of contradictions: he waxed eloquent on the virtues of peace, but he waged a vengeful war against all werewolves. He did not associate himself with any creed or religion, but he spent all his time in a chapel that he designed – it mimicked the grand cathedrals that humans built on the Western continent. He kept silent and rarely spoke to any of the vampires. But at times, he would reminisce and tell me memories that happened thousands of years ago. He asked for our advice, listened to it, and then he would follow his own prerogat

She turned onto Linden Street, and her heart began to hammer in a way that had nothing to do with exertion. The Torres house sat at the end of the block. It was a two-story colonial, painted a soft blue that had faded to the color of a bruise in some places. The porch swing still hung from chains, though it was still now, no one rocking it. There were wind chimes by the door, copper tubes that Maya had hung in the summer before the crash. They were green with verdigris, silent in the still air. Eliana stood at the bottom of the porch steps.

“ Home? “ Tori asked, lying on the sofa. “ Yes. Can you give me your address? “ Dorian asked. “ The sky. I live amongst the stars, it's been three decades now “ she sat up, struggling to keep her eyes open. “ Three decades huh “ Hank snickered. “ What do we do guys?, we don't know where she lives or her friends and worse, her phone is down “ Xavier roughed his hair. “ Yes, her friends “ Cole turned to Tori. “ Tori you came with your friends right? “ She nodded, “ Yes “ . “ Can you tell us their names so we can look for them? “ he asked again. Tori looked around, before beckoning to them. “ Come closer, i don't want others to hear it “ The boys moved closer to her, filled with expectation. “

Cleanse it. “We will go see Tori,” I said. “You need to see her, and she needs to see you. She’s been worried. She might also help ground you. She’s the half light of your siblings, Vlad. She might just be what’s keeping the house from falling apart.” “Very dramatic,” he muttered, but I saw the tension in his frame ease slightly. —- When we entered the twins’ room, our Tori was lying sideways on her couch with a cold compress on her forehead, dramatically unmoving.

I hated waking up every morning and going to bed every night, still worrying about the pack. "We have twenty minutes to get to the bar, and you already know Jackson is going to be there, pissy as per usual." Toralei came into the front room, the largest in the house since the tiny kitchen with a stove and mini-fridge was only a twinge larger than the bathroom. "I'm ready to go." I announced. "Did you take your vitamins? Did you eat?" She mothered me, which was endearing, if not bothersome.

He was accompanying me to check out houses. We drove to the location of the first house. It was nice but it was too big for just me. Our old house was very big and I wanted something smaller. We set out to the second house and I got a call from Tori. “What do you want?” “Where are you?” “What’s your business my whereabouts?” “I asked you a simple question. You don’t have to be rude about it.” “What do you want Tori?” “I need to to accompany me to my next doctor's appointment.”

“Especially after everything. That’s the point.” So I said yes. Tori and Derek’s new place was in Pasadena—a small craftsman with a porch swing and a garden full of succulents. Inside, it was warm and lived-in, with photos on the walls and books on the shelves. “You made it,” Tori said when she opened the door. She looked nervous, her hands twisting in front of her. “I said I would.” She hugged me—brief, tentative, but real. “Thank you.” Oliver shook Derek’s hand. “Congratulations on the house.”