Dalton Veil の小説・ストーリー

Or a clearing, for that matter. We passed the rise near the watchtower, where the path split toward the lower cabins. And that’s when I saw him. Draven Kael. He strode like darkness across the field, coat the color of charcoal against frosted evergreens, hood tossed back to show his profile. Dirt rutted beneath his jaw, slashing crimson across his skin in the sunlight. Caught mid-conversation with Elias Everley near a line of hexed boundary stones, both men looked up simultaneously. My mother halted mid-step.

“What the fuvk! those werewolves went into hiding? Where are they now? What is your plan?” “My plan is simple…” “Nothing you say is ever simple, Lucas.” Fabiano shook his head. He had known Lucas for long to believe his plan would be simple. “I am the lord of the Vampires after all…” he grinned evilly. “Hold up, how does this story take away the fact that they have an Alpha who wouldn’t sit back and watch us take over his throne?” Lauretha asked. “His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.”

"I thought--" "Impressive." Atlas's voice made my blood run cold, and sent a fresh wave of anger rolling through my body. "Alpha Liam must've had a hard time parting with you." Atlas walked the short distance from his yard to ours and came in through the gate. One of his platinum eyebrows were raised as he watched the three of us. "Liam knows she'll come back home." Dustin shrugged, smirking at Atlas. "Mind if I speak with you in private, Raelynn?" Atlas murmured, taking a step closer to me. I was thankful for the light breeze outside, thinning out the intoxicating scent of Atlas.

She had her jumpsuit pulled to her waist and tied it around her belly, revealing her navel which the white top top hugging her body couldn't cover. She pulled out a fat cigarette and lit it. She clipped it between her lips and stood up. I took a step backwards fearfully, watching as she puff the smoke from the cigar in the air. “Hi." She gave a deadly smile. I forced a smile. “I'm Olivia." I said with a trembling voice. She nodded and puffed out the smoke again which coiled lazily in the air. “So what do you bring for us Olivia." She said, her voice thick and firm.

“Because they didn’t call you.” Her breath caught. “What do you mean?” Rowan tilted his head toward Kael. “Ask him.” Kael’s jaw clenched. His gaze never left her, heavy and unyielding. “You were never meant to solve their mystery, Evelyn. You were meant to live it.” Her stomach dropped. The mark on her arm throbbed, as if answering his words. She stumbled back a step, shaking her head. “No. No, that’s—”

I tilted my head, "yeah?" Beverly stared at me like I had just admitted I was casually babysitting the king. “No, babe.” She sat up straighter and pointed at me. “Rich is having a nice car. Adam Dalton is not just rich, that man’s name is on buildings.” She unlocked her phone and started typing fast. “Adam Dalton is the type of man people behave around." I leaned closer while she turned the screen toward me. There he was. Adam in a suit, looking cold, expensive, and very annoying. The headline underneath said something about Dalton Group acquiring another company, but I was more focused on his face.

Dalton chuckled in my ears and then answered, “I’m not opposed to the idea, but I wouldn’t let anyone see you naked, so no, we are not getting frisky here. We can save the frisky part for later.” “Says the man who was dominating me in front of a crowd while I was naked, I might add, and enjoyed it very much,” I commented, reminding him of the fairy forest. “That’s different,” he exclaimed. “How is it different?” I asked. “There was a veil in between, so they only saw your silhouette, not you. No way in hell would I have taken you there if there was no veil in between,” Dalton said while guiding me somewhere. His statement made no sense, but I let Dalton guide me wherever he was guiding me.

Kairo, who was still in a state of melancholy, stood up from the bed and slowly followed Arlo. Dalton shook his head as he watched all of this. "Am I the only sane person in here?" he asked to himself. It seems like he has deluded himself that he is a normal person when in reality, he's probably the craziest of them all. He was about to leave the room to go fetch Ella before going to the church, but he suddenly remembered the box of tissue papers sitting on the bedside table. He made sure to pocket those tissues because he's sure that Arlo will burst into tears during their marriage ceremony.

Charlotte gasped in shock as she pointed at it. “Yes? What happened to them?" Dalton smirked at her. Her reaction to everything was what he anticipated and it was all the more reason he never updated any member of his family about his progress with his treatment because he knew they would tell her even if he asks them to keep it as a secret.