Lance X Dot の小説・ストーリー

Douglas said, trying to help Lance. “That's fine! I still have my creations in the lab. They will wipe you all out.” Lance chuckled. “They're gone.” Nora said her voice soft and just above a whisper. “What? You think i am stupid.” Lance laughed at her. “Check then.” Nora shrugged the best she could against Lance. Lance;s eyes glossed over as he mindlinked his guards. She felt his grip tighten on her as his body began to shake with anger. “No!” Lance bellowed, his body shaking.

I reassure him, he didn’t have time to worry about me, he needed to stay focused. It was working, as soon as Isla and myself administered the poison the rebels started dropping like flies. “Keep going!” I shout to Isla as she was near Hong and now Rory. The two of them taking on a lycan rogue together. “Give him two doses!” I say to Isla. He was huge and needed to be taken down. The big bugger heard me and changed his tactics, starting to run towards me like a bull seeing red. “Shit!” I get my syringe ready but it wasn’t needed, Lance rams into the rebel lycan, stopping him in his tracks.

"Yes." Dot smiled, showing the gaps where her teeth hadn't fully grown in. She turned and ran upstairs. At the top of the stairs, she looked back at him. Dorian crouched in the doorway, pulling out his terminal. On the screen, three curves scrolled side-by-side: his at seventy-one, Luna's at sixty-six, Dot's at ninety-three. He watched them for a while, then turned off the screen. He created a new folder, labeled "Dot," and dragged her real-time heartbeat curve into it. Then he created another folder, "L&D," and placed Luna's and Dot's curves side-by-side within it, watching them scroll, overlap, and separate.

It was familiar and yet not. My headache seemed to intensify, and I dropped my hand, a sudden realization reaching me. “Kael,” I called out, knowing he could hear me. “Send for the Pack doctor–” I paused, then corrected myself. “Send for Lance.” Lance was a private doctor, not under any oaths from the pack but directly serving me. Very few people knew of his existence or how many things he had done for me behind the scenes. He used to be a shadow guard but due to his gift in medical techniques, I sent him to be trained.

Lance pulled his 9-millimetre quickly and removed the magazine, letting the bullets poured into the ground. He retrieved another magazine from his behind pocket and slam it into his gun. "Alright then..." He hits the hammer and fires repeatedly at the wolves causing them to drop weakly to the ground. The other magazine was loaded with silver bullets that weakens wolves and was the only option this time. "Hey, Kim, apply pressure, okay? You'll be fine" He heard Amanda telling his daughter and turned to see the two in the vehicle already. "Start the vehicle, Amanda!" "Where is Carl?" She asked loudly and Lance turned to see his brother getting torn apart by the rival wolves he was holding down

I remembered everything. They both looked at me, dumbfounded. "You do?" Lance asked, moving close to me. I felt something trickling down my nose, placing my hands on it, I flat my own hot blood. Immediately, I wiped it off. Lance saw it and he was everything but happy about it. "Why is she bleeding?" Lance asked Dorcas. They both never really got along well. "She is not supposed to–" "You said you knew what you were doing," Lance interrupted her.

Emmett- find them, Lance. Lance- yes, Alpha.

I frown at his words, what does he mean by special breed? “Lance is a mafia and also a werewolf”

I was about to say when the Damn bastard, Dante cut in again. "Reminds you of your mum. Not facially but the way she carries herself." Rage burned into my veins as I crushed the pen in my hand. "Shit! True, how could I have forgotten about that?" Maddox chuckled bitterly as he popped himself down on the sofa beside Dante. "You seriously should put a leash on your mouth or I would do it for you." I threatened Dante who scoffed, reaching for my cigarette pack on the desk. "You can threaten everyone, Lucien, but not us; we are your friends. We stopped fearing you, years back." Maddox laughed as he took a stick from the pack and lit it.

he said with a smile, “and I you. Ye are a gifted lass.” Lance possessively resting his hand over mine brought me back to the situation; as well as to the fact that there were others in our company. I knew that he was aware that my reaction to Anton wasn’t one of fear or revulsion and I probably should have left my hand under his as a sign of affection and assurance, but I was still too annoyed with him. So, as inconspicuously as possible, I pulled it away. The look of hurt and worry in his dark eyes showed his concern even though his body language and pattern of speech did not. “Anton has the ability to teleport,” Lance explained with a tone that didn’t in the least coordinate with his