Evil Neighbor の小説・ストーリー

“I’m certain my dad is proud of me, wherever he is.” “He sure is,” Mia said softly, clinking her glass against mine. “To you, Eve. And to taking back what’s yours.” We drank, the bubbles tickling my nose. Then the news anchor’s serious voice cut through the music. “Breaking update from Black Claws territory: authorities and pack enforcers are on high alert following confirmed sightings and attacks linked to the notorious rogue known as the Elder Ripper. After three years in exile, the killer responsible for the brutal murders of multiple pack elders has reportedly returned…”

Brand's brother turned to him, seeking guidance, just as Brand became aware of the stickiness on his hand. He at first ignored it. He had been in too many bloody brawls in his lifetime for blood to bother him overmuch. But when his mate gasped and tensed in his arms, a wave of dread washed over him. He realized that the stickiness was not merely the expected aftermath of the fight but something far more sinister. His elskede, his alt, Ulfhild, was wounded.

He spoke to me like he was talking to a little girl. I nodded, feeling my lower lip tremble. “You’re mean,” I pouted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the beach, and when I get back, I want to see my room normal again. We’re enemies here, I get it, but outside, it’ll be like we’re the best friends in the world.” I patted his shoulder. “I don’t see you as my enemy, Amanda. You see me as a threat because of everything with the trial, I know, but I’m just trying to do the right thing,” he said seriously.

What the hell just happened? Eve sat down in a chair, fighting tears. She was torn between fury and anguish. She'd never been so confused in her life. She couldn't seem to get a handle on Vincent. He was so caring and protective one minute, angry and insulting the next. Were all wolves like this? Or was this a Legion trait? That last thought struck her hard. This man could very well be evil. One didn't just join the Legion for a good time. She had no idea who this man was or what he'd done in the past. He could be no better than a savage Forsaken, or Hunter.

I tilted my head, my eyes are glued back on the road, "if courtesy runs the world, we're now marching in an inevitable death. Because courtesy is often, if not always, the reason why a person dies. Is it not suspicious? Why would a good thing kill countless of people? I don't want to show it if it will only lead me to my own downfall." "Miss—" "Anyway," I cut her off, "coming from your little mouth, there is no rule, so whatever my choice right now, I won't be disobeying any. Here it is: screw your courtesy. I don't need to offer you that because I am pretty sure that our paths won't cross again. So, what for?" Second, PARENTS. "You should not buy whatever you want, Hid. Our business is now

‘Just because I’m evil doesn’t mean I’m someone who keeps kissing everyone. **** #TBC

It is clear that this is no ordinary table, but rather a crude device designed for one purpose: to inflict pain and suffering on its unfortunate occupants. The question now is? Who is this lady and what's all this about the masks and the coasters? What grudge or aim does she have against Daisy Louis? Just the sickening appearance of the room runs shivers down anyone's spine. This is a place of pure evil, a place where nightmares are made real and the boundaries of humanity are pushed to their limits. You can only imagine the unspeakable acts that have taken place within these walls, and not ever want to bear witness to them.

He really did, but the ticking of the clock on the wall felt like a countdown to his execution, and he couldn't keep it in anymore. "Uncle, please," Evan started, his voice cracking. "You can’t be serious about this. Not her…Not a bloody Valente." Maxton didn’t look up and didn't even blink. He simply turned a page, the crisp sound of the paper sounding really loud in the quiet room. "Raina Valente is a pit bull in a skirt, Uncle!" Evan’s voice rose as he gained momentum, his hands gesturing wildly. "I’ve heard stories about how deranged and unstable she is. She spends her nights in underground cages punching men twice her size for fun. She’s a total misfit! She attacks people without a reas