Blaise Pronunciation の小説・ストーリー

But was stunned when this crazy guy, who she named Blaise, held her shoulder tight. “Yes, Sasha. Celine Harrison Blaire. My sister.” He stressed out, gripping her shoulder as if he wants it to break. The girls gasped in unison. They can not believe what they heard. Well, I can't blame them. Celine's angelic face is way too far from this brutal creature's features. “We are so sorry, Blaise. We do not know, “ Sasha cried in fear. But why do they seem so scared of this man? I don't see any special in him to be scared of. So his name is Blaise? Such a cool name that does not suit him.

Brandon trails off to look at her nametag, "Anaïs. Merci beaucoup." The smile she rewards him shows that he got the pronunciation right and I repeat the name over and over again in my head without voicing it out. Ma has taught me the importance of pronouncing a person's name correctly and I feel bad for not getting hers right away. Unlike Brandon, I don't have the thick, rich accent to make it sound right.

I warn, I don’t want her giving up her secrets in case this all goes wrong. “You don’t get to rewrite history just because your mate is here now, my pet.” Blaise croons, still talking to her in that same besotted voice he used the first time he saw her, despite how crude he is about her when speaking to me. “It’s okay, Bastien.” Selene assures me, my name like music on her lips, “We’re going to get through this.” “I’d like to see you try.” Blaise counters coolly.

His hand shot up to touch his head and roared at Blaise, “What’s that for?!” Blaise merely lifted a bottle of blood wine and pour it into the four glasses on the table, “Sister-in-law, just ignore him. He talks too much. He doesn’t have younger sisters but two younger brothers. I’m Blaise Dardanos, 2nd Royal Prince. I have twin younger sisters back home. They’ve heard about you and have bothered me so many times to meet you.” Leroy’s mouth twitch. These two leeches purposes were too obvious. They wanted to get on Carissa’s good books. They are singing the same rhyme all along.

He could feel the icy chills on his spine and the Mad one's murderous gaze. Bianca squinted her eyes and leaned forward slightly to read the name written on the man's badge. "Oisin?" she said, using the French pronunciation. "Oy-sine, perhaps? How is your name pronounced?" "It's-it's pronounced Osh-een," he replied. "Oh Chine?" "No, Osh-een." "Ocean... Osh-in... Osh-een! Brrr Osh-een! That's it! I made it!" she said happily, giving him a bright smile. She held a hand to greet him, "I am Bianca."

Mia cursed making his eyes turned into a deep colour, signified that he looked at her with lust, he absolutely loves hearing her swearing, it makes him turns on. "Repeat that baby." Blaze growled and Mia looked at him confused and then she rolled her eyes, she understood what he meant by that. "Come on Blaze, let's go downstairs." She shrugged and started to walked downstairs but Blaze hugged her from behind, stopping her from walking. "What are you doing?" She struggled to get out of his tight embrace. "No can do mia bella." He said emphasizing her nickname in a strong Italian accent. "Are you Italian?" "Sì neonata." He said it again. (Yes, babygirl)

They stared at the three, Ciaran, Queen Elisa and Zillah stood abruptly upon seeing the man in front of them. Blaise was oblivious of his surroundings, trying to shake the dizziness out of his head while holding his dual swords. Barbie quickly hid away her daggers and bowed at the sight of the queen and her children. Blaise sheathed his swords at his back before he noticed Barbie kneeling so he finally turned to the audience. "Oh, hi Mē," Blaise breathed out, obviously in an awkward manner as he looked back and forth between Queen Elisa, Zillah and Ciaran who were stunned along his friends the moment he called the queen "mother".

BLAISE I released the sheet of paper from my grip, gazing at the scattered sheets on my table. Our new wine production was progressing smoothly. Despite our partners' hesitation due to rumours of my kidnapping and coercion of young women, our advertisement alone had attracted numerous business opportunities. Restaurants, wine shops, and affluent members of society planning lavish parties across the country sought our wine. The demand for our latest production was soaring, even before we had conducted any wine tasting. The wine production process was still in the sanitization phase, and the wine hadn't been bottled yet, but everyone yearned for a taste of it.

“Kaitlynn and Gabby informed of your first name. But what does the B stand for?” I pressed my lips together and swallowed. Then tried to speak. “Uh…” The first try didn’t take, so I swallowed again and jerked my hand out of his. Dear God, but what was he doing to me? “Blanchette,” I finally blurted because I could remember my own name, dammit! And I had proven it. See. Blanchette. He hadn’t turned my brain to mush. Yet. “Camille Blanchette,” he murmured as if tasting it out on his tongue. Then he nodded his approval. “I like it. Doesn’t sound too far away from Black Crimson at all.”