Line Li の小説・ストーリー

Like someone performing for an audience. He reaches for the microphone and I hear someone whisper about being the mic before Simeon goes on to address us. “Good morning. I’m Mr. Simeon Sinclair.” His voice is velvety and rich, smooth but gruff at the same damn time and I can feel myself growing more irritated by the passing seconds. “I look forward to getting to work with all of you and I hope we can make P.E something you enjoy and not endure.”

she said. "I know." Dominic reached out with his good hand. His thumb was rough and calloused. He swiped a tear off her jawline, his touch heavy and cold. He left his hand there for a second, then let it drop. "It's closed," he said. "Now we move." Lina laid three sheets of paper on the wooden table. She held a stubby pencil, the kind salvaged from a junk drawer. She started drawing lines. No names, just the numbers she’d memorized until they felt like a fever. She scrawled a large question mark next to the Tokyo accounts.

**A Line in the Sand** The car sped through the quiet streets, the night pressing in on all sides. The headlights cut through the darkness, but inside the car, the tension was thicker than Lillian could bear. She stared out the window, her mind still racing from what she had seen on David’s phone. **Derrick.** That one name had sent her entire world crashing down again, just when she thought they were finally safe.

And that was where I halted my thoughts. I do not know if I have said this before, but Lin was an absolute hunk of a man. A hollywood certified mega gigachad. He would fit right in at those New York celebrity galas; that was where he belonged - walking down the red carpet in a suave three piece maroon suit.

“You’ll thank me later.” I muttered under my breath, “I’ll show you ‘thank me later.’” And I stalked toward the restaurant, Tristain following like he hadn’t just nearly killed me for fun, visor reflecting the streetlights. This was going to be a very long night. I looked up at the glowing cursive above the door. L’Orchidée Blanche I raised an eyebrow. “You used your mommy’s money for this?”

Me: Tell him I said he’s got a good eye. Ethan: He gets it from you. Me: Don’t start. A pause. Then— Ethan: Wouldn’t dream of it. I locked the phone, heart skittering faster than I wanted to admit. Lila’s voice echoed in my head — different doesn’t mean done. And for the first time in months, I wasn’t sure which side of that line I stood on.

Lala sighed exasperatedly "Then visit her" Lynx answered as green vines around him took some tubes, some are holding books, while the others are mixing different liquids and herbs. Lalaine sitting across him watches and remove a leaf on one of the vines due to boredom "Ouch!" Lynx screamed in irritation "Does that hurt?!" she asked in surprise "No" he laughs "Just wanna shout ouch" as another vine sprout and flicked her forehead "Ouch" Lala screamed "Tsk! No originality" then water poured down on Lynx's head. As childish it might be he poured piles of dried leaves over Lala.

I calmly took in my current situation. I wouldn't be able to get out of the car anytime soon. It would be against my best interest to provoke Erin. So I said, "Erin, I really have no idea what you're talking about. Can't you give me a hint? Did something bad happen to you recently?" Erin immediately slapped me hard across the face. "How dare you try to lie to me!" She'd probably used all her strength. My right cheek burned immediately after, and soon, it began to swell.