True Life Of The Fabulous Killjoys の小説・ストーリー

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

"Sometimes in this cruel life, the only reason you are ever truly happy is simply because you don't know the dark truth about reality. Knowing too much or constantly trying to understand the deeper workings of this world is completely fruitless. The longer you live on this earth, the more you will realize that all that actually exists in this world is only pain, misery, and utter futility where the weak are constantly preyed upon by monsters." His jaw clenched hard, his eyes burning with a deep, hidden warning. "Those who rule over kingdoms are not the people who know much, but rather those who are incredibly strong and are willing to take every single dangerous risk to stay on top. Don't yo

Power ran through their veins like poison, and one wrong move could unravel years of preparation. I closed the email and pulled out the neatly stacked folder of Camille Martins’ forged life. Degrees. References. Bank statements. All pristine. All untraceable. I’d used this identity for years to bring down others. Now, it was about to face its greatest test. It was Saturday evening, which meant I had less than 48 hours to turn myself into the perfect candidate with the perfect disguise.

Kevin waved his sword and hit it on the ground, causing a blue light to activate and sending blasts of air waves which shoved Kyle off his feet brutally. The guns fell from Kyle's hands and landed at the feet of the Tifex. Aiden used his smallest finger to send ice spiralling towards Kyle, freezing him in that position. Guards hurriedly carried Kyle away. They were going to take him to anger management class. But first to a rehabilitation home. The one hero league established. Hero-Z Uplin. Yeah. Funny name. Kevin stood straight and rolled his eyes. 'Kids of these days are dumb, honestly. When I was their age I remember--'

"Come on. We need to find Elias and break the curse on us." Mirabelle dug in her heels. "No, not unless you acknowledge this child!" "What child? Don't you dare ruin my son!" The two of them started fighting. All of a sudden, Marcus thought of something, ran to the side, and threw up. My assistant reminded me that I still had a business gathering to attend that evening. I'd had enough of this farce, so I ordered my bodyguards to kick them all out. … Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive.

"You may be a cowboy, but you are not dumb" "Okay, okay, okay." He sat up straight and held out his hands, palms facing forward. "Just trying to inject a little note of humor here." "Well, it wasn't the least bit funny." She wet her lips and leaned onto her forearms. "Killian, you are smarter than half the people in the state of Kansas, so quit the dumb cowboy jokes, okay?" "Got it." He grinned at her. "Just not an art expert." Then he sobered. "But I do know good work when I see it. And yours is damn fucking good."

I shoved Dad aside, pointed at them, and shouted, "I'll never go along with this! If you even think about touching Grandma, I'll jump off this building to show everyone how shameless you all are!" Dad shot me a look of disgust. "How can you say something so cruel? How can you just sit there and watch someone die? Your grandma could be doing something good. Plus, going through the regular process takes too long. If she donates willingly, it'll be done right away." I let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, sure, you're such a saint for having your mom save someone's life!" Dad raised his hand like he was about to hit me. I saw it coming, so I threw everything in my arms at him, my eyes burning with tears

Eliza suddenly screamed. Beside the dead man's body, a small boy burst out from the shadows and clung tightly to the armored vehicle's door. "Take me with you, miss. Please—take me with you!" His eyes were dark and feral, completely devoid of grief over his father's death, more like a wolf cub than a child. Only kids who had survived in the radiation zone by feeding on corpses ever looked like that. Their humanity had long since been worn away.

This made the Romulus pack, our eternal rivals, more daring and attacks had begun to spring up, leading to us losing more and more members. "Okay, I'll return soon." "Don't stay out too long now, Noah." He said. "These Mules are getting rather cocky. Let's not give them a reason to be bathed in blood." 'Mules' was our derogatory way of referring to the Romulus pack. He masked his worry in a conceited brag, but I knew he was not nearly as confident as he sounded.