Basil X Aubrey の小説・ストーリー

I stopped him. Gina: WHAT?! Why?! Sera: Aubrey, he’s literally the most wanted man in the country right now. If I had Brendan Miller pinned against a wall in an ivory tux, I wouldn’t be coming out for air for three business days. Aubrey: No, he was a total gentleman. I just… I freaked out a little. My dad being right there… I just told him I wasn’t ready. I told him I’m a virgin. Gina: Well, you aren’t lying about that part lol. But seriously, girl, you have more willpower than the Dalai Lama.

reject Zachary." Dezra expressed her concern, reminding me of what I would go through if I proceed with my plans. Losing Dezra wasn't an option even though she fought me, she was still an important part of me that I never want to give up on, not for anyone. I didn't respond to my wolf as I walked aimlessly into my momma's garden. The smell of fresh flowers should be able to calm the raging storm in my head. I barely had the time to lay on my back to enjoy the beauty of the sky while I was surrounded by flowers when Basil appeared beside me. I was done looking for someone to understand me so I didn't say a word to him as he also lay on his back, looking at the sky together with me. "Beautifu

Aubrey was a socialite from Solaria and could be considered Lucas's childhood friend. Coco could see that Aubrey liked Lucas, but not the other way around. "I'm here with Lucas. If you think that I don't belong here, feel free to tell him,” Coco replied calmly. She couldn’t embarrass Lucas even if she couldn’t do much. "You have quite the mouth, huh?" Aubrey scoffed while she scanned Coco's expensive dress and jewelry from head to toe disdainfully. “Lucas gave you everything that’s on you now, didn’t he? I've seen plenty of women like you who are just after his money. If you’re not after his money, you wouldn't spend a dime of Lucas's money!"

He huffed, “How can you be okay with her taking my mother’s place? They—“ Raven’s gaze turned cold, “What does your *mother* have to do with anything?” Basil flinched at her tone, “What kind of question is that? She has—” “Nothing to do with it,” Raven said. “*Nothing.*” Basil’s face heated. Anger boiled in him and he felt his lips curling in fury, “My mother and father were—” “A matter of convenience,” Raven picked up her drink. Her eyes were cool and assessing, unaffected. “Laurel is a matter of love. They have nothing to do with one another.”