Waylen Fowler の小説・ストーリー

Blair held Mable’s hand tightly and said politely, “Old Master Jefferson, don’t blame Mabes. I was the one who asked her out.” Ralph had some tea and looked at Blair. He said coldly, “I’m teaching my granddaughter. Who are you to interfere?!” Mable pursed her lips and introduced, “Grandpa, this is Blair.” Ralph nodded slightly. “I know. The eldest son of the Fowlers and the CEO of Fowler Enterprise. I’ve heard of your legend in the business world.” He stared at Blair and sized him up with an unfathomable gaze. ‘It’s a pity that he’s Luke’s eldest son.’

Myra froze upon hearing that, as she was quite confused by his words but thereafter, she was stunned. Wrongly put me into jail? I only entered the police station just that once when the Chase Family accused me. Why is Captain Fowler apologizing to me? “It’s alright. Everything’s over now and you didn’t do anything wrong.” After all, the people who hurt her were from the Chase Family. Myra thought the reason for Captain Fowler being so polite with her was because of Tony and Shawn. Captain Fowler heaved a sigh of relief as he released the button, and the elevator doors closed again.

Warner had looked at Wilbur. Just then, Sarah looked up. "You just want the money, don't you? Well, this is Wilbur Penn. He… He's dating Miss Faye Yves of Cape International, and he can solve the Nees' financial issues! That way, I won't have to marry that bastard Sawyer!" Wilbur Penn. The boyfriend of Faye Yves, CEO of Cape International. The words rang through the air for a good few minutes before everyone fully comprehended them.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

The next few days felt lonely and quiet. The space he left felt like a huge void. The case Logan was working on was taking off. The media had finally got hold of the story. He sent me an article that had been released. I couldn’t believe it; the local police commissioner was being accused of marital rape and abuse. Logan admitted they had been asked to help prosecute the police commissioner. I was in shock. He had found no evidence that he could prove. Everyone was very tight-lipped.

Emily Warner “Oh my god! Who is sending these flowers?” My mom asks as a huge beautiful pink and red bouquet is delivered at my door, Carter sneakily removes the note from the bouquet before my mom could see it and hands it to be. How does he do it so smoothly, I would have tripped like ten times trying to be slick? “That’s from me, I like sending Emily flowers out of nowhere.” He gives my mom, one of his heart melting smile as she says aw and buys his story.

MATEO When I wake up, Kieran’s gone. I don’t think much of it – today we have a match against our rival school, Milton High. It’s the first one of the season too, so the pressure’s on, especially for Kieran. He’s our star striker, whereas I’m only a defender. He may be barely 5’4”, but he’s the fastest player on our team. If anything, his height is an advantage, as most opposing players don’t think much of him until he’s quite literally stealing the ball from your feet. He’s fearless like that – utterly unafraid of collisions since most people will back off at the sight of him flying at them.

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

It’s romantic, just like our picnic atop the mountain. At this point, I could smell my way to him. Alpha Wyatt has always smelled strongly of his cologne. I continue to follow the path until I come to a pedestal with a bouquet of flowers. There’s a note in the bouquet, it says, “Beautiful flowers for my beautiful little wolf.”