Urbano の小説・ストーリー

Dim lighting, sleek furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline. Mona stepped inside and let out a small gasp. "Oh my God." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "You live here?" Kane watched as she walked toward the window, her fingers pressing against the cool glass. The city sprawled beneath them, glittering like broken glass against the darkness. She turned to him, her expression mischievous. "Can anyone see you from across?" "No." He shrugged, dropping his bag onto the counter. "Just us." She hummed, seemingly pleased, before turning back to the view.

He jumps up “Hell yeah! Can’t wait to see this little spitfire that has you all bent out of shape” He laughs “Wait, what's her name did you find out?” I look up at my over excited Beta knowing he will love this, us both growing up with the Gods. “Enyo” Trent clapped his hands and started laughing. “Our Luna is named after the Goddess of war, hell should I call you Aires?” I throw my cushion at him, us both laughing proper belly laughing.

Jefe de Maria De La Cruz, aunque ella no lo va a saber todavía. Lautaro Nicolás Romero, nacido el 20 de mayo de 1974, argentino, aunque de ascendencia alemana, tiene una estatura mediana, similar a la del cantante Robin Williams. Es el tipo de persona que cuanto más amable es contigo, más rápido debes correr, porque cuanto más rápido morirás, nunca te deja ver su verdadera apariencia emocional, si lo viste es porque ya estás muerto, antes teniendo bovinos y dedicándose a enfermar al mundo, era sicario, solía trabajar para el presidente argentino. No tiene estudios, solo sabe leer y escribir y su hijo, Emiliano Romero, lo es todo para él. Nunca se casó, pero vive con su esposa y juntos tienen

Juan moved his hand up the glass and tapped it once. “Start with Milan. Give me the name of the bank, the vault number, the courier they use. Then Venice. Then Rome. Tell me Hernández’s safe house on the east coast. The guard struck him with hot metal again.

Roman stated “I am very sorry for the cold shoulders Caroline; it isn’t against my code of conduct to help people. Just feel at home as you can, you can ask for my help anytime” he added “Thank you” she responded with a soft smile, “But I would be heading to my home soon, it’s been really nice staying here though” she added

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

He owns many though but this certain one was the only one nearest to South Villa. " We are here " He announced to iris who nodded in response. Maximo alighted from the car slowly. The men's outside quickly rushed to him but he stop them by holding up a hand. " posso gestire " He said to them in Italian language, actually meaning ' I can manage '. Maximo turn around and open the car door for iris to step out. He took her hand in his and pull her to her feet. She felt like a goddess and that was because he's making her feel so, he is already pampering her as though she's a jewel.

as she got into the car. “Sweet friends, you’ve got.” “Who the hell are you? How do you know me?” “As you read in my card, I’m Dr. Zaffran. Half Canadian, Half Irani. I’m a research scholar at the SRO.” “What’s the SRO?” "An organisation," "Of what?" “You will come to know in due time, when and if we are convinced that you can be trusted.” Zehra raised an eyebrow. “I see.” “Ms. Mahmood–”

The palanquin on which Aranjo sat was again driven slowly pulled by a pair of black horses. Aranjo closed the stretcher curtain and opened the small window curtain on the side. Aranjo was stunned to see the crowds in this city. All the residents look well-off and there are so many shops, that Aranjo does not know what is sold in each shop. The atmosphere is very different from the place where Aranjo came from.

The ride is quiet. Zoe stares blankly out the window, lost in a world of grief. I watch her from the corner of my eye, my heart aching. I don’t push her or try to fill the silence with empty words. She doesn’t need that. She needs space. Time. She’ll speak when she’s ready—if she’s ever ready. I turn my gaze outside, taking in the scenery. It’s nothing like I expected. The roads are smooth, well-paved, and the cityscape stretches high into the sky, with tall buildings scattered around. But what surprises me the most is the thick forest surrounding everything, blending nature and civilization seamlessly.