Venti And Dvalin の小説・ストーリー

My fingers trembled as I hovered over the collapsed comments section, hesitating to open it, my heart heavy with anguish. "Don’t look." Noman grabbed my hand and held it tightly. "Violet, they’re not worth it." I clenched his hand in return, gradually tightening my grip. "No, I want to remember their faces now and their cruelty." Just like when the Rivers family fell, those who once praised me to the skies couldn’t wait to tear me apart, using my downfall to paint themselves as victims. I had learned my lesson back then, yet I still misplaced my trust and gave my heart to the wrong people.

"Don't dare come near my people again" Damont got on the elevator wondering how he was going to get information on Vinca. He needed to do something before she appeared again. He wasn't suited for jail and there was no way he was going to do time.

Marco gave me an apologetic look and stepped out. Silence stretched and ten minutes passed since Marco left me here waiting for him. Then the door opened again but it wasn't Marco. The man from the night before walked in. Same dark shirt. Same controlled presence. I didn't need an introduction. His name was on every floor of the building: Axel Valenti. Founder and CEO of Aurelian Group. He entered calmly and took the seat that had belonged to Marco moments earlier. "Where's Marco?" I asked before I could stop myself.

He moves to the door, opening it just enough to step out into the threshold, but not enough to fully expose the room behind him, his body positioned deliberately, blocking their view, blocking their access, making it clear without saying it that whatever is inside belongs under his protection. Seren stands at the front, just as composed as ever, her dark eyes steady as they meet his, though there is something different in them now, something sharper, something more focused. Behind her stand two others. Elowen—quiet, observant, her magic always subtle but deeply rooted—and Maelis, younger, but no less dangerous, her gaze already searching past Rowan’s shoulder as if she expects to see somethi

he replied through gritted teeth. "So she’s practically innocent?" Dave raised a brow, making Andreas look at him. "She’s not innocent. Her criminal father has done enough. And he left his daughter behind to pay for all of his evil deeds," the woman roared with hatred, once again answering for him. Andreas, on the other hand, remained silent as he averted his eyes and looked at his glass. *** The moon was bright in the clear sky, making the night even more beautiful. The road was so quiet that one could hear the sound of the cold, gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. There were only a few passersby, as it was already past midnight.

I got to the library, where the noise came from, and pressed a discreet button under one of the shelves. The shelves gave way in two, revealing the dark hallway that led to the dungeon. I was right. Dante Alvarez was right there on the floor, battered and bloodied, being kicked around and punched viciously, by the hefty, tattooed men that were in the dungeon with him. As I approached the dungeon doors, the men mounted there came towards me, brandishing the golf clubs in their hands menacingly, and I let out a dry scoff. It wasn’t like they stood a chance against me with those…

“Down in the living room.” We rush down the hallway and down the stairs, making our way into the living room. His screams have subsided somewhat, but he was still whimpering in pain. Alstin starts chanting in Elvish, asking the Goddess to help him and help Euan. His hands resting on Euan’s bare chest were glowing. This was elven healing magic that I hadn’t been able to tap into yet. “Someone is trying to break his mate bond.” Alstin whispers. All that could be heard in the living room were gasps, everyone knowing that it was impossible to break a mate bond without a formal rejection.