Lance Marley の小説・ストーリー

Blood spread across the floor while Hayley stood there calmly, her boot planted on his corpse. "If you want to judge me," she said coldly, "say your names." The entire hall went silent. Everyone felt their heartbeat skip. Even here, even when surrounded by enemies, she was still a violent storm. Lance stared at the girl standing in blood below him. His eyes gleamed. "My name is Lance Delgado," he said. "I'm the base director of Ark One." As soon as he spoke, the masked figures on both sides followed. "I'm Gerard Ford, director of Ark Two."

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

I glared at him, my rage simmering just beneath the surface. "What do you want? And who are you? Can't you see I'm in no mood for company?" My tone conveyed my disinterest in engaging with anyone. He smiled, moving closer to me. I looked at him with empty, emotionless eyes. "I'm sorry for interrupting, but I think I've seen you before. You're Luna, the mate of Alpha Dean. What happened? Why did you come here to find comfort, drowning your sorrows?" I had no desire to hear him out. His words only fueled my anger. Standing up, holding my drink, I turned to confront him. Without waiting for his response, I emptied my glass over his head.

It's your burden you must shoulder it and it's your destiny, you can never change it. " You do not belongs in a ranch in some Texas. You are not born to be a cowboy but to be a leader. " You can't stay here. You are meant to be in Italy. Marco murdered anyone who speaks your name now. " He was said to have made konstantin Dmitri his business partner. He had collided with the enemy and I won't be surprised if he gave the package to the enemies " Silence fell and everyone allowed Maximo to make his decision. there in the corner Arlene was praying for Maximo to never said yes.

God. Landon made me sit on a high stool at the bar - I'm too short for him, he's like 6', Mariano maybe is 6'3, and why is he interrupting my thoughts? - and ordered me a cranberry and vodka. I was underage, but Landon knew the bartender, so it all worked out just fine. I’m not a big drinker, but I do appreciate the occasional booze. Just recreational, nothing wild.

“Did you know about this Merry?” “That he was famous?” I quizzed. “No, I didn’t know anything about him so I’m shocked that he is the son of Jackson Scott and that he is a famous singer. Although I didn’t mind that they had the same surname but… I had no idea at all.” “We all didn’t have any idea at all. This is huge!” May chimes happily. “Merry, he is a perfect replacement for Lance!” May reminds me. “What?” Claudine intrigues. “What do you mean replacement for Lance?”

Even with the modern glamour he had on, Lyra could tell he was the type who wasn't that keened on looking too proper, judging by his roughly disheveled hair that looked like he'd dragged his fingers through them too many a time. "I deeply apologize for my behavior yesterday. I had quite a lot to take and I'm thankful Shannon was able to persuade you into returning, I'm Marcel." Marcellus said, leaning towards the table, he stretched out his hands in what seemed to be an handshake before recoiling back into his seat. Lyra stared at the drop–dead gorgeous male who'd just identified himself as Marcel. At least, he'd had the decency to apologize. Shannon sat opposite her, she had a black basic b

Lance closed his eyes with thoughts in his mind. So these how I die, without doing anything or revenge my parents. A tear drop rolls down his cheek. "Bang! bang! bang! The sounds of gun shot echos the air however lance did not feel any pain or feel the drop of blood. He opens his eyes. An image of a man on top hat on a black suit and a trench coat, his red eyes gleaming in the dark holding a cigar and a gun standing at the door. The man from before begins to walk towards lancelot.

My heart thuds, both from fear of how this will end and from something else I can't name. “Oh. The pretty boy’s here.” He grins, showing his misaligned teeth. “What are you gonna do, huh? Pretty boy?” he asks, his strange accent making matters worse. Lance takes one step forward. Looking him dead cold in the eyes. “I won't be able to repeat myself for the third fucking time. Shithead” he says, his voice cold and firm. “I’ll bury your entire fucking bloodline of stinking loyalty if you don't move that muddy hand.”

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"