Human Flippy の小説・ストーリー

The moment Finnley spotted Felix, he stood up and reprimanded him loudly. As the younger generation, any disrespect from Finney might be forgiven, but Dominic had to maintain composure, especially now. A gentle breeze swept through, and the security guards stumbled backward several steps. Only then did everyone notice the elderly man standing two steps behind Felix—Seven, the head of Flair, founded by Averill. Without even lifting a finger, Seven had repelled the guards, showcasing an immense power that left the crowd in stunned silence.

“I’ll pay you!” Fueled by liquid courage and the full moon, the pup staggered toward me. But his fantasy of getting lucky died fast—thanks to my good old mop. Thank God my employers were too stingy for a modern flimsy one. I had a solid wooden stick, and with a single swing, I knocked the horny mutt out cold. “Amateur,” I muttered, eyeing him curled up in the fetal position on the floor. Then I continued mopping the floor like nothing happened.

This was now my third time to be held high against the wall. "Am gonna finish you bitch", His grip tightened up and just that move made me gasp for air. "Yes kill....", The one who was Floundering on the floor immediately trailed off in mid sentence. We all didn't know why he had stopped talking until when l saw long curved nails pass through the stomach of the man who had gripped my neck.

"Hello. Would you like to bind with a life-swapping system and be my master? I can serve you well and help you swap out or exchange anything you want." "Get lost!" These systems only did a world of harm and no good!

he told her so quietly that she almost didn’t hear him. “Enough, if I want to see this kind of crap I’ll watch the lifetime channel,” her captor sneered again, and the humans grabbed her by each arm. Lily was just about to toss them away from her when they wrapped a silver chain around her wrists and she cried out as it burned her skin. She looked back at Fluffy. He was deathly pale with a glazed over look in his eyes and she felt sick to her stomach as she realized he was now dead. “Why did you do that?” She cried as a few tears fell down her face.

My face lit up with heat. I looked down at Yara. There was a flash—smugness, like she thought she won. My face went cold. I pried her off and stepped back. "I'm not your dad. Mr. Fluffy is." She hit the floor and started wailing. Natalie rushed over and scooped Yara up, her face all panicked. "Luke, no matter what, you can't lay a hand on her. Where's the calm, patient guy you used to be?"

However, before the watchful eyes of hundreds, if not thousands, of fans, he suddenly tripped while doing a backflip. Sunny landed awkwardly on the floor, and the viewers were convinced that he was hurt. Every other thing was history. … “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Declan asked worriedly. Seeing how Selene suffered through the last few weeks, he wasn’t willing to allow her out of his sight. If he had his way, he would have tucked her into bed without anyone else laying their eyes on her. At least, not until the baby dropped. “You can just forfeit all these. I already told you to relax until..." Declan began to whine like a child, but his wife quickly cut him short.

DOMINIC DIREKEN Spineless. Weak. Submissive. Those three words best described the man in front of me, keeping up a brave font even though I could see his knees bucking every now and then. There were actually quite a lot more words that I would describe him with. Words like... tempting and... Scrap that. Those three words described him best. Maybe adding 'lowly' to the words would make it a better fit for him. The flushed look on his face when I had pulled my towel off had been quite amusing.

“I just needed to buy some time.” Buy some time. Like she was planning a heist instead of having a psychological breakdown in my private vault. What the fuck was happening to me? I’d had dozens of assistants over the years. Some lasted weeks, others months. They all followed the same pattern—resistance, breakdown, compliance, disposal. Clean. Predictable. Profitable. But Floris? She was rewriting the entire playbook. When she’d asked if I’d ever loved someone before, I should’ve deflected. Should’ve turned it into another power play, another psychological chess move. Instead, I’d answered her. Honestly.

Correction—the demon. It was camped out in the corner of the room, black, one eye glowing like it knew what I did for a living. The other eye was gone, just gone. The fucker had a walker with tennis balls on the legs, and it glared at me like I owed it money or maybe blood. “What the fuck is that?” I muttered. She didn’t even look up from the stove, where the pot of bubbling oat milk was now smoking violently. “That’s Flan,” she called over her shoulder, “Don’t let the attitude fool you, he’s sweet once you get to know him!”