Far Cry 5 Eli の小説・ストーリー

She spotted her best friend immediately—hovering near the edge of the cafeteria, clearly unsure whether she was welcome. That didn’t last long. Jaxon caught her eye and waved her over with zero hesitation. “C’mon, Lane,” he called out. “Your girl looks terrified.” Harper stood and flagged Mia over. “Sit. Breathe. Nobody’s gonna bite.” Mia sat down slowly, eyes wide, as Eli slid over to make room. Eli—starter wide receiver, dirty-blonde hair, easy grin, low voice. “Hey,” he said to Mia, pushing a tray her way. “We got extra pizza. Trade you a brownie for a fry?”

When we pull apart, I smile at him. "Thanks, I needed that," I say softly. "I could tell." He puts his arm around me, and we turn to Julie and Austin. "What did you do to my parents?" Eli asks Austin. The man dares to smirk. "I killed them. Imagine a rat killing two horses. They were so gullible. I told them I wanted to be part of the herd because all of my herd had been killed. They accepted me, and I got close to them. Right after they had you, I gave them some horse tranquilizer and then buried them alive. They didn't know what hit them." I can sense Eli's anger in the way he holds me tighter and through our connection.

Eli did not answer him. Daniel: Five thousand by the end of the week. Do not forget. Eli turned off his phone, he stared out the window at the dark highway. Mack was two rows ahead. He had not tried to talk to him again and Eli was grateful, confused and terrified because for the first time in years, he did not want to be alone.

screamed Celo until left no it's choice but to call for help for the woman he hate. “You deserve it baby!” said Eli who is just watching from afar and then she laughed on the guy who is crying out for help. “Merciless lady!” Celo let out a loud cry but everybody knows that he's just acting. “That's me!” said Eli and then she just watched the two playing naughty to each other.

Just close. He spoke to the empty air. Very quietly. "I know you can't hear this. I'm saying it anyway." A pause. "At fifteen, I looked across a fire and thought — I have to learn her name. Not because I had to. Because if I didn't, I'd regret it. So I said: Elara. And you looked up. You had leaves in your hair." He stopped. The vein at his temple was visible, ticking steadily — the poison moving with his pulse, patient as it had always been patient. "I have been saying your name wrong ever since. I said it like a key, like something I was owed. I'm saying it now the right way. The way I did that night. When I didn't know yet what I was capable of."

He hadn't gone far. Maya found him a quarter mile up the service road, sitting on a concrete culvert with his heels knocking against it, and he watched her come the whole way. Wilder came with her and stopped thirty feet back without being asked, which she noticed, and which cost him something, and which she'd thank him for later. Up close Eli was maybe eighteen. Nineteen at a stretch. Skinny, dark-eyed, filthy, in a hospital-issue shirt and somebody's donated jacket that was three sizes wrong at the shoulders. He'd rolled the cuffs twice.

There was something unspoken growing between us—a quiet connection. I had not worked up the nerve to break the silence yet. I wanted to be ready, really ready, before I said anything. That changed the day Chloe and I were out with Ellie and ran into Xena and Riley. They looked dirty and worn down, completely different from the people they used to be. It was Riley who saw me first. He ran over and suddenly shoved Ellie to the ground. “Who are you?! Why are you holding my daddy’s hand?!” Ellie was caught off guard and burst into tears with a loud, panicked scream. I had never seen her so upset before. Instinctively, I shoved Riley aside to protect her.

The smile on his face faltered a little as he opened a black umbrella and walked over. "What are you doing here? Who's handling things in the pack downtown district?" he asked with a frown. "I've got everything arranged," I said, forcing a smile as I handed him the gift I'd been holding onto this whole time. "I came to say… happy fifth mating anniversary, Alaric." He looked startled, clearly having forgotten it was our fifth anniversary, let alone expecting me to travel all this way to bring him a gift. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and just as he reached for the gift, Serene Vargar's coquettish voice rang out. "Alaric, the elders are here. The council's starting."

“Stop moving, Yas, you’re going to ruin my art…” I swallowed. “Does it hurt?” He asked suddenly. I looked up at him, unsure of what to say. Before I knew it, he was crouched in front of me, a smirk on his face. “Do you want me to make it better?” I stared into his eyes, my head told me to say no. Eli was a crazy, obsessive killer; he had killed a lot of women because they looked like me. Only weeks ago, he was my gay best friend. It shouldn’t be this hard to say no to him. Yet I couldn’t find the words. My core was throbbing badly. My nipples hardened under his gaze, and he noticed because his smirk widened.