Tyson Gobble の小説・ストーリー

“You’re not going to murder him.” “I will, if he doesn’t give me what I want. Besides, I didn’t spend last night surfing through the dark web learning lots of shady shit for nothing!” “Not happening,” I repeated, putting up a picture of an ice sculpture on the moodboard. The overgrown baby responded by blowing me a raspberry. “Is Tyson even in the country?” I added, ignoring him. “He’s still in China, working on that new branch thingy. But he’ll come back if it’s your party.”

Gathering their forces at once, they rushed towards Hungry Puppets. Meanwhile, Tyr had driven the Ford Mustang and arrived at the entrance of Hungry Puppets Restaurant. Bobby and his group were waiting for him by the door. To facilitate the rest of tonight’s event, Bobby and his team had specially booked the entire restaurant. On the surface, it was seemingly an act to give face to Tyr, but behind the scenes, they just wanted Tyr to suffer a horrendous death here. “Gate Master, you’re here.” When they saw Tyr stepping out of the vehicle alone, Bobby and the others were in a great mood.

The television had a collage of heads all wanting to talk about Caleb, and the smile stretched across my lips as I heard them singing his praise. "It sucks that Caleb went to that team." Tyler groaned as he shut his laptop and reached into the paper bag for his dinner. "They suck." My eyes only left the TV screen for a second while the fry in my hand flew three feet toward the bed and hit Tyler in the chest as I shushed him. He grumbled at me for wasting it as he collected the salted, fried potato chunk from the top of his blanket and popped it into his mouth.

“Any chance you could ask for some comfy pillows”. Tyra smiled as she wrapped the blanket around her, trying to get comfy on the floor once we’d finished our breakfast. “Or some meat with our dinner would be good. Even some new shoes”. Toby joined in as he wriggled his foot, eyeing the damp and brown stains. “Mmm, yes, I could really go for some deer or fox”. Tyra moaned dreamily. “That’s enough you two”. Molly reproached them, shaking her head in annoyance, as I sat quietly trying to let their demands go over my head.