Unicorn Pocketbook の小説・ストーリー

King Parker shook his head, “I would have felt better about it if you had taken it out of my personal money. But you didn’t. You and your mate are receiving the appropriate punishment for your crimes.” As she screamed and cried, we all walked out of the dungeons. Uncle Nico smiled, “I never even thought to get that creative with punishments. It definitely fits though.” I laughed, “You won’t have that issue because you keep track of the pack’s money. Don’t you?” He nodded, “I only have an accountant for doing our taxes. I keep track of the money.” King Parker nodded, “Well, that problem is now fixed because your niece is now the bookkeeper for our kingdom. She will also be doing our payroll a

“I drew Mommy, Daddy Adrian, Daddy Sebastian, Salma, Bunny, Barbie, Uncle Javier, Grandma and Grandpa, and one mean bird.” “Who’s the bird?” I asked. “The one that wanted to take my gelato.” “Makes sense.” She pulled something from the front pocket of her backpack. “And look! I got a new charm.” My hand, which had been fixing her hair, stopped. Poppy held the small thing up to the light. A unicorn. A tiny pearl-white charm, with a pale-purple mane, a gold horn, and a small metal star hanging beneath it. Cute. Cheap, but shiny enough to make a four-year-old believe she had found treasure.

Especially a huge unicorn, which I can't wait to take home. "Which one do you want?" asks Habbab in my direction. "The white with purple unicorn over there." I reply, pointing to the prize I have in mind. "Okay, I'm going to get that prize for you." I pay with ten tickets, five for my round, and five for Habbab's, and then we get into position. Of course the man next to me is an excellent shot, and hits all the targets, I for my part only manage to hit two, so, at the end of the game, he gets the huge unicorn for me, and I give him a tiny little wolf, which actually reminds me of him.

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

“I may be weak today, but tomorrow I’ll show you my strength and make you eat your words.” Peter looked at me strangely, then burst into laughter. He laughed so hard his body convulsed. After a moment, he stopped, slipped one hand into his pocket, and said, “I’m sorry.” The corner of my lips twitched as I wondered what game he was playing. How could he switch from hostile to friendly in the blink of an eye?

I swam towards an inflatable unicorn, the size of a car, and grabbed onto it. It was twelve feet long, pearly white with a gold horn, rainbow mane, and a cup holder in the tail. It dominated the pool, bobbing like a smug, inflatable monarch. Maxwell immediately found his way towards me, floating atop the water with practiced ease. “That's my unicorn and I don't have any intention of sharing.” I blinked repeatedly before widening my eyes, feigning surprise. “I got to it first, so it's mine, Mr. Petty.”

I arched an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "What's this?" I whispered, trying to keep our exchange discreet amid the pulsating chaos around us. Stacy leaned in closer, her lips brushing my ear as she spoke. "It's called the pink unicorn," she murmured. "It'll make you feel like you're in a fairyland. And this babe costs more than a thousand dollars in the market." My eyes widened with skepticism. A pill worth a thousand dollars? "How the hell did you even snag that thing?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

Tonight, as part of his family! 'Bold move,' I thought, saving a screenshot. I gathered every last shred of evidence, packed my bags, and moved back to my parents' house. The house sold fast, and the money was already sitting pretty in my account. 'Neil, enjoy your shiny new life with your little family.' At exactly 8 p.m., Neil found out he'd been blocked. At the same time, I dropped the bomb: [Five years of marriage—thank you for everything. From now on, goodbye forever. PS: I'm selling 20% of SchmidtCorp shares. Interested buyers can contact me.]

Steal shoes next. My stomach growled. "Shut up," I whispered to it. It growled again. The kitchen lights were off except for the small lamp above the counter. Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I opened the pantry. Cookies. Chocolate. Potato chips. Cereal. Who needed this many snacks? Rich people. Definitely rich people. I reached for the chocolate cookies first. Then a packet of chips. Maybe the chocolate too. Actually, if I was already committing theft—