Cobra Kai Script の小説・ストーリー

I laughed a little. “You don’t have to call me that.” “Yes, I do,” he said dramatically. “You’re the Luna to be, acting alpha and mastermind behind this.” I shook my head, smiling. “How are the lines coming along?” “Almost perfect,” he said confidently. “Almost?” He winced slightly. “Okay, maybe ninety percent perfect.” “Let’s test that,” I said. We moved to a quieter corner, and I opened the script. “Alright,” I said. “Let’s start from the speech where Kael confronts the Night Devourers.”

Our foreheads touch, making his shards glow gold. “I love you, Nova,” Vaughn whispers as our lips lock together. Then he slams his fist into the control panel. BOOM! . The explosion of light spread through the crypt. Kai screams. Kieran roars. And I... I remembered everything. Then Kai's authentic voice, hoarse and unsteady from not using it for so long, cuts through the smoke: “Did you miss me?” Behind us, Mr Kingsley laughs. “Oh, children, you just activated Phase Two.”

Kai muttered, “Why couldn’t the moon goddess give me a mate like that? What kind of injustice is this? She moves like water, fucking hell! Why is Kael missing this?” “He’s probably wanking to—” “You know he wouldn’t,” Kai intercepted, and it was true. Kael was decent—maybe too decent—for dirty things like that if I wasn’t forcing him into them. I hummed her background tune, my fingers tapping absently against the laptop’s trackpad as I replayed the last few seconds. “Dude, you’ve replayed that like ten times,” Kai complained, launching a pillow at me. I caught it before it hit my face and shoved it off. “Shut up.”

“I am Kai, your designated companion. How may I serve you, Master Goodman?” Ryan set his glass down, feeling a surge of power. “Start by pouring me another drink. Then we'll see what else you're good for,” Kai rose, his movements precise yet graceful, padding barefoot across the marble floor to the bar cart. He poured the whiskey with steady hands, then approached Ryan, offering the glass. Their fingers brushed, and Ryan felt the subtle warmth radiating from Kai's skin. “You look even better than the specs,” Ryan said, taking a swig.

His come leaking onto the couch. He doesn’t pull out. Instead he leans down, lips at my ear. “Stay quiet, baby girl.” Then louder, voice steady like nothing’s happening: “Yeah, we’re good. Just finishing up. Give us five.” A pause outside. “Alright. Wrap it up.” Footsteps retreat. Kai looks down at me. Smirks. “See?” he murmurs. “Even when they knock, I don’t stop owning you.” He rocks his hips once shallow, teasing.

Although I should have informed the guys about the situation, I couldn't risk Kai's safety by involving them. Abandoning my initial plan of seeking help from my friends, I make my way towards the road behind our apartment. True to his word, a car awaits me, and I rush towards it, opening the back door. My heart sinks as I see Kai lying motionless on the driver's side. Sliding into the car, I move closer to him and softly plead, "Kai, my love, please wake up." His body jolts, and he turns his head in my direction, responding to my voice.

Kai roars, picking Alpha Bastien up by his throat and lifting him in the air. I lay Nova down, and both Konstantin and I run towards Kai, knowing neither of us had the power to stop him if he decides to kill Alpha Bastien right here and now. But we need this Alpha's help; we need to hear what he has to say. Konstantin grabs his right arm while I hold his left. “Kai, calm the fuck down!” “Let’s hear him out, brother! We need to listen to what he has to say!” Kai shrugs the both of us off, then throws the Alpha hard onto the ground. He glares at Alpha Bastien and slowly calms himself down. “Speak,” he growls.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have assignments to finish.” Another pause. Then, “Very well. Go. And don’t mess up.” “Yes, sir. Goodbye, father.” The line disconnected. Kai clutched his chest, gasping like he had just surfaced from deep water. His lungs burned. His hands shook. He did not realize he had been holding his breath until it was already over. That night, sleep refused him. Jaden’s voice replayed in his head. His eyes. That damn tattoo. The certainty with which he spoke, like he already knew the truth and was simply waiting for Kai to catch up.

Ethan’s way of saying “I see you“. A reminder that even here, in this supposedly private corner of his empire, we were still performing on his stage. Still lit by lights he controlled from a tablet somewhere upstairs. Kai went still. He didn’t pull away right away, but I felt the change in him immediately—the way his breathing shifted from ragged hunger to something tighter, more controlled. He rested his forehead against mine, eyes squeezed shut, lashes dark against his skin. “He’s a coward,” Kai whispered, the words vibrating with a hatred so lethal it made the hair on my arms stand up. “He won’t even come down here and face us. Just plays with the light switches like a ghost in the fuckin

"Pick it up. We’re going to try something. Don't look at me. Don't look at my eyes or my hands. Just... look at the air between us." I gripped the hilt, my knuckles white. Kai moved again, but this time, he wasn't holding back. He was a Beta, a high-ranking predator designed for war, and he was coming at me with the speed of a falling guillotine. The fracture happened again.