Wonder Woman の小説・ストーリー

He was truly grateful that he met that woman otherwise he will never be able to experience such heaven. What was her name again? Aurelia King, the White Widow, a very dangerous woman who made him feel powerless. It was a good thing that he had his eyes on just one person and that was his little devious witch, Enchantia. Just like her name she enchanted him.

Lexi explains. "Who came up with that rule?" I asks with a raise of my brow. "Um, the moon goddess of course.." Tony answers with a tilt of his head. "That doesn't make any sense. We should be able to choose who we love. Why does this moon goddess person get to call the shots for us..?" I ask furrowing my brows. "Don't think of it like that. She didn't ....choose Reece for you. Every werewolf has a mate. Reece just happens to be yours and there's nothing you can do about it.." Lexi says.

She giggled, “of course not and I don’t do Ninja, I think of myself more like Wonder Woman, just a shorter version.” I pulled the chicken’s out of the oven, “hmm,” I hummed, “I’d like to see you in just the cape later,” I cocked a brow to her. She swatted at my shoulder, “you’re so bad,” she winked, “and I love it.” Then she cleared her throat as she leaned into me, “I can also manipulate minds, have them do my bidding if I chose too, but it’s tricky and I’m not very good at it.”

The sun is setting beyond the hazy horizon outside the window, and I am completely alone in this otherwise dark room but for the light from a few of candles. I lean back against the pillow and suddenly a stabbing pain emerges in my left shoulder. A splinter of moonstone protrudes from my flesh, glinting in the candlelight as I look down. I don't care that I need it to heal me; I pull it out and throw it on the ground. I'm probably here because I don't care that I could still need it to stabilize my heart. Rather, I fix my gaze on the plaster-tiled ceiling, my eyes watering from tears as my sadness replays itself in my mind. Althea is accurate. Never will I be one of them. I'm not worthy at a

He stood at her right hand without a word, but his presence was a silent vow of protection. Then came Ysaria, the Witch Goddess, draped in robes of midnight blue embroidered with constellations, her staff crowned with an orb of shifting colors. Her smile was sharp, her tone sharper still. “Old monsters, forgotten monsters—it is always the same. But I’ll admit, I am curious which shadows dared crawl out this time.”

Lucia exhaled and held his shoulder, "Linda.....,I think she is a fvcking... I don't think know. Super lady or something" She pinched the roof of her nose. "What? What are you talking about?" "She is bulletproof" She panicked and took few steps from him, "So, this woman was standing here wanting to shoot at me but Linda came and took it all. She is freaking alive and there's this thing she did with her hands. You know telekinesis in those comic book" Luca covered his face with his hand realizing his sister had found out about Linda's extraordinary side. She saw this and immediately realized, "Wait a minute, you know about her already?"

What if I really am the woman of his life, and it’s not just one of his manipulative games to fuck me? “Get it together, Reina!” I snapped at myself, rolling my eyes. “A cheap bracelet and you’re ready to melt for eternity? Wow. Way to go, Wonder Woman.” My stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly, betraying me further. “Of course,” I groaned. “I’m starving. Who wouldn’t be after last night?” I pushed myself up…but my legs, apparently still drunk on Cassian, gave out under me. One second upright, the next I was face-down on the floor, pain shooting through me.

Peeking through one cracked eyelid, I see the remnants of red sparks exploding in a circle in front of me. “Whoa! “Wonder Woman shield! Amazing!” I look at the witch and smile. Now I just need to figure out how to duplicate that result.

Then hung up before he had the chance to say anything else. Tucking the phone back in my purse, I walk out of the house, making sure to lock the door behind me. I head to the garage and towards my black Mercedes. Looking at it with tenderness, I lightly brush my hand against the car, “Hey beautiful.” Her name is Diana. Fierce and strong like Wonder Woman.

"I won't go to hell." She smirked at me. "I won't change just for you to enter heaven." "Let's see, Caren." She rolled her eyes at me as she put the food tray on the side table. Then she went back to her bed. “So, aside from touching things, can you also fly?” “No.” “How about teleportation?” “No.” I sat beside her. Her brows lifted in disappointment. “You don't have any power?” “I’m a soul, not WonderWoman.”