Unbreakable Bubbles の小説・ストーリー

Sofia Adams - March, 2012 It was funny how everywhere I went I knew how to find my way around alcohol like no one else. I think my body sniffed the drink, like a super power. I was the Super Drunk. Shit, I think it was already working. I looked to the side and saw a very familiar blonde hair, apparently Anne was sniffing the smell of fun just so she could interrupt. She was Super Righteous. “Kind of early to be drinking, don't you think?” Anne asked, sitting next to me at the bar.

Why was it so easy for him to give up on us? I pick up our wedding photo on the table beside me near the couch and I aim it on the door in front of him, watching the glass frame shatter into tiny pieces around him on the floor. I yell him angrily. "Go then! I won't beg you to stay anymore, Dante. Just know that if you walk through that door, your baby and I will die this night." I watch Dante tense in shock as he turns around very slowly and sees me holding a pocket knife pointed at my jugluar vein. His eyes are filled with slight panic at the scene but he approaches me slowly. "What are you talking about? Are you..."

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

“I’ve seen what he’s like when he’s cornered. I’m offering you a way out.” I looked at the box. My reflection split across the diamond like a warning. “What if you’re just another cage?” I asked. His eyes softened. “Then break me open. But don’t go back to him.” I closed my eyes, hearing my own beating like thunder. “I’m tired,” I whispered. “Tired of running, tired of loving ghosts.” “You won’t be a ghost with me.” “And if I say yes?” “We disappear. Tonight. I’ve already prepped everythingtickets, a place to stay. You wake up tomorrow free.”

she said, pulling me into a bear hug . "What's that smell?“ “You know this place. It’s falling apart faster than my love life.” She smelled faintly of detergent and… something sour underneath. I froze for a beat.Jessica Mae Sullivan hated any sort of sanitary task with passion except when she was hard pressed for funds which she wasn't.That left the other viable option .She was depressed “You've been cleaning again?” She laughed too quickly. “Well, somebody’s gotta keep this place from falling apart.” The hallway was darker than I remembered. Bottles, some empty, some half-filled, lined the counter like trophies. I tried not to stare, but the air was thick with alcohol .

"I know. It was crazy." "Good crazy?" "The best crazy." "Are you going to see him again?" I shake my head. "No. It was one night. That's all it was supposed to be." "But what if it could be more?" "Tonia, I just got out of a three-year relationship. The last thing I need is to jump into something with someone I barely know." "Okay, fine. But can I just say? The universe gave you a gift last night. A gorgeous, rich, attentive man who made you forget about Anthony the Asshole. That's pretty special."

Her smile was soft, composed, perfectly measured. “An emotional backlash,” she said lightly, addressing the crowd before anyone else could. “The Moon resists sudden severance. It happens.” The elders exchanged uncertain glances. I was still kneeling where the guards had left me. The bond throbbed faintly in my chest , not broken, not gone. Just… buried. Alpha Xander did not look at me. One of the elders frowned. “It should have severed.” Xander’s jaw tightened, “And it did!” A small pause, “Remove her,” he ordered.

The text was written in the ancient runic script of the North—a language she had never been taught, yet found herself reading as if it were her mother tongue. *The Winter-Blood is not a relic of the past, but the architect of the future,* the text read. *To be unbonded is not to be empty; it is the ultimate state of potential. When the soul is unbound, it can finally merge with the true essence of the mountain.*