Armin Arlert の小説・ストーリー

The man wearing his silver suits entered. "My name is Nicolai, that's my english name. We've just arrived from Korea. I'm with my friend. Sorry he felt sick." "Oh, I'm sorry to heard that. What's his name Sir?" The lady in front asked again. "He's name is Owen, Owen Cruz. Can you please help me to send him to his room? His really sick." Nicolai asked for help.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

I stopped him, there was something I wanted to know, "You haven't told me your name or where you're from." "I'm so sorry. I'm Eric, Eric Clarke and I come from Nodith." He answered. "Your signet tells me you are noble blooded. Why would a Blueblood venture far from his home and all alone?" I noticed how tense he became. He avoided my glare. Now that was something I wanted to see. "I'm looking for someone." He divulged. I could tell he didn't want to disclose any further so I kept my thought to myself but I made a mental note to observe him more.

After the lecture ended I was about to leave the classroom when that same boy stopped in front of me. "Hey, I am Maverick and you are?" he said forwarding his hand. I looked at him with a small smile not trying to come out as rude and shook his hand "I'm Arabella," I said and he nodded. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you." He flirted and I just smiled again. God, I didn't like him. "Thanks. Now I should leave for my next lecture." I said trying to get him off my back. "Yeah sure. What lecture do you have next?" He inquired and I looked at him like he was dumb. Wasn't he getting the hint.

“You do not have those eyes.” “What do you know about that night?” The question rushed out of her. “Why was I ordered to spare you? Who are you?” A sad smile touched his lips. “My name is Arlen. I was the historian. The rememberer for the Gray Run pack. And I was spared,” he said, his bright eyes locking on hers, “because I had something they needed. A piece of information. A truth so dangerous it could unmake the world they were building.”

Arnold seemed to think about something, so he did not really think about Joseph, who was still contacting him. Joseph Martin Alonso: “I am fine. I have received the photos and videotape of Abby and Massimo you emailed earlier." When he heard Joseph say that, the man who has a height of one hundred and eighty-three centimeters tall drew his attention again. Arnold, without further ado, stopped massaging the forehead area and wanted to know the other person's opinion regarding the photos and videos that had been sent by him. Arnold Laurens Verz: “So what? What was your conclusion?"

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Without thinking twice, Archer strangled his neck, he was about to hit him when I stopped him and whispered into his ear “If you do this what will the pack think of you” He glanced at me and released him. “Ryker, I am ready to compete with you… I will make sure you lose to me” Archer said, gazing at him. “Oh. Then let's see," he muttered. We all went to the elder's place, we met the leader of the eldest whose name is Fridolf, he stared at them both for some minutes before speaking. “Ryker, since you insist you want to compete with Archer then you can but I surely know that you are gonna lose this battle because Archer is stronger than you,” Elder Fridolf said and he was furious.

His name is Armin Hosseini, who seemed to be eager to meet Damien already. Damien did a quick background check on Armin. It turned out the man was no common criminal. He was Harvard-educated and highly intelligent, which means Damien had to tread carefully around him. "Damien Sky, it's an honor," Armin Hosseini flashed him a pleasant grin. He was almost as tall as Damien with pitch-black hair and full-faced beard. His smile was deceivingly friendly. Who knows what kind of devil hid behind it, Damien thought.