Un Camino A Casa の小説・ストーリー

I'll announce our relationship and even get rid of Lilith just like you wanted. "Stay with me and help me protect the Lupusumbra Pack," he pleaded desperately. I smiled faintly. "Too late." And then, I leaped without hesitation, leaving nothing but a graceful silhouette. Outside the walls, we whistled, and from the shadows of the forest, our horses emerged. We mounted them and were ready to head for our new home. The rogues waiting outside didn't recognize me without my mask, but they recognized Allison and the others. "Hold on, Allison," one of them called. "Isn't Shadow coming with you?"

Laughter, footsteps, doors slamming—the sounds of…life. Camela sat up abruptly, her heart racing. Her throat felt raw with tension as she murmured to herself, “This…this isn’t the house.” The room around her was empty but real—white walls and a cracked window that let in the noise of traffic outside. Boxes were piled in one corner, still unopened. She stood up on shaky legs and walked to the window. Below, she saw cars moving by and neon lights flickered from signs nearby. The aroma of fried food drifted up from the street below.

Ronan The road home tastes like pine and diesel. I push the car harder than the speed limit allows because motion calms the thing inside me that wants to tear out of my chest. Calla’s face in the window this morning is still a bright cut across my brain—soft, surprised when I kissed her. I play it over like a prayer and like a confession.

"I don't want Mom's belongings anymore. I don't care if you sold it. I just want you to come home. So, call me now!" Unfortunately, she received no reply to any of her texts. Her breathing became heavy. She tried to get up but knocked over the glass of water next to her. The glass fell to the ground and shattered into pieces with a crack. Her brow twitched, and she crouched down to pick it up, only to cut her finger on the sharp glass. Blood splattered against the glass, causing her to hiss in pain. Yet, her gaze drifted, seemingly into a daze.

The water is dark. The world is cold and beautiful and temporary and perfect. --- The fourth day, we drive home. Not because we are done. Because we are ready. There is a difference. Damon drives with one hand on the wheel. His other hand is on my leg. The radio is off. The windows are down. The air smells like leaves and dirt and the memory of rain. "Where are we going?" I say. "Home." "Do you know where that is?" "Yes." "Where?"

Then send a cripple up the mountain to save your precious daughter. The blade pressed harder. Jayden stared at me. "Are you insane?" Cold sweat broke out across Cassidy's forehead. "Calm down. Put the knife down first." "Release them." Nobody moved. A violent gust ripped through the lot. The flags on the vehicles cracked loudly in the wind. Jayden's expression changed. "What exactly do you gain by making enemies out of us? "Do you have a death wish? "I already told you we'll give you whatever you want. Why are you still being stubborn?

The pain became unbearable, and with a heavy heart, Camila turned on her heels and walked away from the supermarket. Outside, the bustling city greeted her with its sounds and flashes of vibrant colors. Camila's teary eyes scanned the street until she spotted a passing taxi. She waved it down and slipped inside, her voice trembling as she uttered her home address to the driver. Collapsing against the seat, she let her head rest against the cool surface, seeking solace in the quiet sanctuary of the cab.

After a long eventful night, Austin dropped Cameroon off at his house. Cameroon said goodbye and walked into his empty house. As he approached the stairs, he didn’t feel the emptiness that usually accompanied him whenever he came home. On this particular night, he felt at ease. Peaceful even. He walked into his house and fell on his couch immediately. He didn’t turn on his lights. He picked up his phone and dropped it back so many times. Like he had done since he left the hospital. He was waiting for her call. And it didn’t come. He gave himself a light smack on his head.

𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚 The car ride back to the hotel is quiet. Not awkward. Not tense. Just… still. Cameron alternates between texting on his phone and staring out the window, one of his arms draped over the backseat with his fingers tapping out a silent rhythm against the leather. I watch the landscape blur by—stone buildings and narrow alleyways, ancient churches perched atop hills. The sky is beginning to burn orange at the edges, and for the first time all day, I feel the adrenaline ebb from my body like a tide retreating after a storm.

Her words trail off, her face turn pale. Jasper nods grimly, his hands clenching the steering wheel. "I'm just glad we’re all okay," he glanced briefly at me in the rearview mirror. " Can you take us Home" I asked. " Selena!" Lisa exclaimed. " Don't you get it, the direction the gun men came from is the only main street that leads home, the other road is under construction". “ There left, we can……” " It would be best, if you both spend the night at my house" Jasper interject immediately.