Aria S の小説・ストーリー

Dylan greeted. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan? Why would I accept regular beastmen in my tribe? They don't belong here in the North," he responded. "They are not just regular beastmen, Aquil," Dylan replied, then extended his hand to me and pulled me near. "Let me introduce myself," I whispered while pulling his arm. He smiled and nodded. "I am Ari, goddess of the sun. Heed my words! Lower your weapons!" I ordered as I transformed into my passive-aggressive form.

Asura who was beside him was even more busy with his solo action against a cockroach that happened to be nearby. "Oh my, this hurts!" "Don't you have eyes, huh?!" Arya Santanu was annoyed. "I already apologized. Don't be so dramatic, wake up quickly or do you want to die by using your body as an archery target board?" Larasati extended her hand to help Arya Santanu get up. "I'd rather die that way, than go with this crazy woman." Arya Santanu muttered to herself. Instead, she grabbed Larasati's large hand. Arya Santanu immediately gripped Asura tightly who had almost won against the cockroach. Larasati immediately led them to the forest in the north of the Banda Indung region.

Aria’s POV The midday sun beat down like a goddamn punishment as Aria balanced a flimsy grocery bag on one hip, the other hand fumbling through her list. Mrs. Dorsey—Mason’s sainted fking mother—needed mulch, fertilizer, and a fking miracle for her half-dead rosebushes. Aria hated this part the most. Running errands like a goddamn servant, always with a smile stitched to her face like a fucking doll.

I opened the copy of the Criminal Code I always carried and draped it over my legs to keep warm. Using what little battery my phone had left, I searched for the address of a nearby 24‑hour print shop. My phone vibrated. It was a message from Carmen. A photo followed. She was in a brightly lit private hospital VIP ward, flashing a peace sign at the camera. Carmen: [Arista, the doctor says my kidneys are failing and I need a relative to be matched.] Carmen: [Relatives have the highest compatibility, you know. Arista, you're my sister. You wouldn't just watch me die, would you? Hehe.]

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

As a result, SMM can influence hotel chains’ way of building customer loyalty. 6.3 The rise of Airbnb Although SMM has many advantages that can help hotel chains in variable regards, it still could bring negative influences upon hotel chains. With the rising of the peer-to-peer platforms (sharing economy), some SM applications such as Airbnb have appeared (Zervas，Proserpio and Byers, 2017). At first, the expanding of this sharing economy did not draw much attention from the hotel chains, until those online platforms have become extremely popular (figure 2). Then the hotel chains began to realize these platforms can provide substitutions (e.g. homestay) for traditional hospitality services an

Her apparel even shone brighter than the first time I saw her, and I noticed a wild boar that I hadn't seen before next to her. “W-who are you?” The girl smiled, and I could have sworn I saw the moon when she did. Maybe, it was only my imagination because the sky was still moonless. “It's funny, you don't know me.” She said, her voice calm. “I don't know everyone that walks about in the forest,” I said with an eye roll. “You are right.” She beamed. “Anyway, I am Artemis.” “Goddess Artemis?” I asked and she nodded. “No way!”

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

**Chapter: A Distant Echo** Lisa was sitting on the terrace of Ace’s mansion, sipping on her coffee as the early morning sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange. It was one of those rare peaceful moments they had these days, a brief respite from the chaos that seemed to follow them. She glanced over at Ace, who was leaning against the railing, lost in thought. He had been distant lately, more so than usual, and Lisa couldn’t help but worry.

" Then she's going to Red Moon pack, it is the closest we have. The city is too far away and we don't have much time. " I'll go get the car, Adrian said as he hurriedly went towards the parking space. I lifted Hola from the cold pavement and into the back of the jeep, it was Alpha Archer's car as it was fast and good around the sandy environment. Rain supported me on the left side as she held her hands and tried keeping them warm. I put her on her back in the back seat as the stench of her blood filled my clothes. I keep my hand pressure on her wound as it's still bleeding badly.