Cil Singer の小説・ストーリー

"And the answer is still NO! I have let you on your own for years already, now that I am back, I will never let you out of my sight! Especially that a threat is attached to you!" I almost wanted to slap her but I restrained myself from doing so. I am so sick of people calling me a "human" as if they aren't and looking down on me. First, Alicia, and now, his mother? Honestly? How many women do I have to fight off just to be with Cyrus Steele? "Celene, watch your words! Carmela is not a threat to me or to anyone, she is my woman!" I looked up at Cyrus who is now standing next to me as his arm snaked around my waist.

she says getting up from her chair. "What?" I ask in disbelief and shock, she nodded her head profoundly, flashing me a graceful smile. "Ten minutes" she sang, turning on her heel and walking into the house. I sat there for a few seconds, dumbfounded and in complete disbelief. No one has ever seen or heard Claire's voice, except close workers like Joshua, Marcel and Mira, possibly Camila but I've never asked her, she seemed awfully close to him so I'm guessing she's seen him before.'

Only she had the ability to calm my racing nerves otherwise I would be preparing blades for beheading Nikola. He was losing his sanity. What did he think of himself? I forgave him for killing that call girl but I would not bear him laying a finger on Natasha. She was not a whore but a member of the Bernardi family; one of the most powerful and respectable people living on the earth and most importantly; his sister.

She guessed that he was probably in his thirties. “Hello. I’m Cicily.” “I know you, Cicily,” he said, smiling at her. “I’ve heard all your music.” Then, he quickly named a few of her famous pieces.

I surely hope I hadn’t wasted a trip out to California and lost a night’s sleep for nothing. “Mrs. Veronica Burns! Give it up to her everybody! It’s like she designed the resort out of my very own dreams!” My heart sank into my stomach, as my shoulders slumped. I felt tears starting to build against my waterline. “Don’t cease the celebration yet,” Mrs. Yoshida yelled as she clanked her fork against her wine glass several more times,” Once again, I also fell in love with Miss Summers work. So not only will I be contracting Mrs. Burns, but Miss Summers as well! And on the plot of land right next to it! How exciting! Congratulations to the both of you!”

[Ayla’s POV] I don’t speak as Aera’s words settle around us, causing the atmosphere to grow heavier and heavier. If we were talking about anyone else, this discussion wouldn’t be so uncomfortable, but since we were speaking about Celia, it was entirely different. "You said," Uncle Silas begins, his voice cold. "Celia attempted to kill Ayla." I wasn’t sure if he was angry that he didn’t know about this or if he didn’t believe what was being said, but I knew that he was trying his hardest to not lose his temper.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸