Daria X Jane の小説・ストーリー

Claire, who hated anything boring, squirmed in her seat before finally bursting out, “It’s so obvious you both like each other. What’s taking so long?” Jane turned to her, then glanced at Diego beside her. He casually winked at her, and she narrowed her eyes. “Stop snooping, Claire. Leave us alone,” Jane warned, but the teasing tone in her voice made her sound more amused than annoyed. Claire grinned and reached out to tickle her, and the two women broke into laughter, playfully shoving each other like children. ... When they got home, Dante was already back. The moment Jane saw him, she rushed into his arms. “Where have you been? I’ve been searching everywhere for you!”

Nope, he’s a classic fixer, which makes him a great Alpha, according to my friend Daria. I sigh. I wish Daria was still coming. She’s my only friend. Daria is gorgeous, naturally dark as night hair, cut into a pixie style, which absolutely suits her, being so petite and with those chocolate brown eyes. I smile. I miss her and Samara used to adore her until she met her mate. “It’s all your fault” “How can you fault me?” “I didn’t know the lone wolf was her mate.” Daria is a hairstylist and runs a Salon in town. Naturally, she was going to meet her mate.

He said " Ok so Dad please gave us the same introduction " My dad started " My name is William and she is my wife Anne .Take a look at our children Alice ,my daughter who loves nature and my son ,Jacob who is never afraid of anything else ghosts " We all hardly controlled our laugh, but Jacob burst out of anger . Aunt Sophia said " Ok come let's go to our house ." We all agreed and went with our new neighbors to their new home .

Never again. She swallowed the ache rising in her throat and smiled softly. Zoe once called it her war smile, and it scared people who knew her well. "Okay," Ariana said calmly. Dante frowned. "Okay?" "You want a game?" Something dangerous flickered across his expression. "No, it's fine," she continued before he could speak. "Actually, let's make this fun for both of us." The crowd leaned in instantly, and Dante looked genuinely uneasy for once. Ariana stepped closer until barely inches separated them, then reached up and fixed the collar of his hoodie gently. Gasps were heard nearby, and even Dante looked stunned.

Yet, deep within his eyes, there was a flicker of annoyance at the fact that I'd ruined his fun, along with smug delight. I slowly lifted my head and released Cindy Hurst, the intern I'd just kissed. Like a startled deer, she stumbled back a step, covering her mouth. Her cheeks were so red that they looked like apples. Without looking at her, I slowly wiped the corners of my lips with my thumb before turning to Whitney. In an eerily calm voice, I asked, "Aren't we playing Truth or Dare, Ms. Stuart? I chose dare, so I picked someone to carry out the dare with. What's wrong with that?"

He looked from Danielle’s smirk to his mother’s beaming, victorious face. The pieces of the trap were instantly falling into place, but he couldn't comprehend how these two women, who hated each other just yesterday, were now sitting together like old friends. Jane walked over to Adrian, patting his arm with a cold, dry hand as she looked at them both. "Well, now that the happy couple is finally together," Jane said, her voice full of dark satisfaction, "let's sit down and get started with dinner. We have a wedding to plan."

Unspoken Desires - Chapter 33 Gabriella “Mia cara,” Zia said gently through the phone, her voice laced with worry. “Your Zio and your father are both going crazy. Please, come home soon. We can all sit down together and discuss this calmly. Darius is a very nice man. He’s handsome and respectful. You could just meet him.” I swallowed hard, staring out the sitting room window, my pulse thudding in my ears.

Ceres (panting): “It’s wild. I can’t grip it.” Maera (pointing): “You don’t grip fire. You dance with it.” Ceres (quietly): “Is that how you lost your sight?” Maera (smiling): “I offered it to the Flame willingly. Eyes that see fear cannot guide a Queen. Now again. Let the spark move.” The Whispers Return Setting: High on a mountain ledge, Xavier watches the horizon. Snow falls in slow spirals. He holds a blade across his knees. Alone. Until the wind speaks.

The news was on, showing a local business update. There was Derrick, sharp in his suit, standing next to an older man with silver hair at some corporate event. The caption read, [Shaw Group's Chairman, with his son Derrick, stepping into the limelight for the first time...] On the screen, Derrick's once ravaged face had healed significantly after treatment. A layer of foundation made him look almost presentable as he offered a smile to the camera. Next to him was a young woman, her attire impeccable, her demeanor refined. The host introduced her as the heiress of a partner corporation.

We had arrived at our destination now which was the garage. “There is a huge difference between me and Riana, I’m just his little brother who's trying to be like him.” He smacked his lips. Before I could react to his words, Riana cleared his throat to announce his presence. “I will drive.” Dexter offered, pushing his hand forward to receive the keys. “Where's Hardin?” Riana asked, tossing the key at him. “At the warehouse.” Not wanting to get involved in whatever discussion it is they were having, I shifted my gaze in the opposite direction only to zone out completely.