What's My Line Buffy の小説・ストーリー

Philip sat on his seat and frowned. Why did that feel like something Buffer would do? Just as he thought about it, he got a message on his other phone. He opened it and saw that it was indeed from Buffer. It said, ‘Dear Master Philip, it’s done. I invested one billion dollars into your wife’s grandfather’s business.’ It was Buffy! Philip was feeling helpless. Buffy was too kind. After pondering for a while, Philip replied, ‘Okay.’ Since Buffy had already invested the money, what else could he do? He did not need the one billion anyway, so he would just treat it as a gift.

I scratched myself earlier. "Scratched yourself?" Liya squinted, her eyes tracking my movements with deep suspicion. "Ivy, a scratch doesn't turn that deep purple color. It looks like a massive bruise. Are you sure Maria didn't touch you when she cornered you in the bathroom? Tell me right now if she put her hands on you."

I saw the smirk in his lips. The lights were shallow. It was a glitching white light here in the second floor so I can't see his face clearly. I am used to this kind of lighting but I am so annoyed right now. I want to see his face. I can feel him taunting. I should be the one doing that. "How can I turn down a man with thousand bucks," I said, unfiltered.

After gaining Charlotte's trust, I used my memories from my previous life to help her avoid several business pitfalls. With the experience of two lifetimes, I helped Charlotte grow the Evans family business online and take it to new heights. From that day on, Amelia never tried to provoke me again. I remembered crossing one of Henry's business partners in my previous life. That night, he took me home and beat me with a cane all night long. I doubted Amelia would recover from her injuries for at least a couple of weeks this time.

I want to hear everything. Then I opened my laptop, cursor blinking against the white screen, and started a new document. The title came easily this time. “Crossing the Line: When Love and Ambition Learn to Breathe Together.” I wrote the first line slowly, smiling to myself. Some stories don’t end when you close the chapter. They just learn how to keep going. That night, when Ethan’s face filled my screen — tired but smiling — I realized it wasn’t the distance that defined us anymore. It was the choice to keep showing up.

he said excitedly, as we stood in line. I had masked my scent somewhat, just enough so that they could still recognize me as a wolf, and I completely switched my aura off. Over here, in Fresno, they wouldn’t necessarily know about royal events in Europe, and I wanted to keep it that way. It would be bad enough when they saw who we were. I was sure that within ten minutes of registering, most people would know we were here. “Fighter or spectator?” The man at the front asked without looking up.

Liz, do you think that you are a child and you act like that? I sighed and gave up. "Okay fine. I know that you will not stop bugging me." After I said that, Liz went to me and hugged me. "Yehey! Thanks, sis, your the best!" I just rolled my eyes and got my phone to text Bryan. 'Hey, Grandpa, do you have a new girlfriend now?' I texted him. I'm a straight-to-the-point type of person. I don't want to beat around the bush. There are times that people get shocked by my straightforwardness. I shrugged them off. I'm not too fond of plastic people. For me, what you see is what you get.

(Late Saturday Morning) "Why is she here?" Yasmin asked me, giving a nod toward Buffy. Buffy was a good ten meters away, technically fulfilling her duty as my bodyguard. Yasmin had agreed to meet me at a park. "Her name is Buffy Dubois and she's my bodyguard for the weekend," I explained. "At least I'm back at my apartment." "What happens with her if you don't go back to work Monday?" Yasmin inquired. "Does your 'bodyguard' kill you?"

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.