Mark Manio の小説・ストーリー

He paused then handed the handle out toward Vincent. "Take it and use it. They are hollow points…Earn the use of my last name, half-breed" he smirked. "How do I find Sophia?" Vincent asked bluntly. Anthony opened the connecting door and a Romanian man came stepping through. "This is Nico, he is the best demon tracker there is here on earth and a clairvoyant. He will find her wherever she may be," Randall said solemnly. "She is currently in the proximity but is leaving soon and heading north," Nico announced firmly. Vincent swallowed uncomfortably at the odd demon and nodded as he tucked the gun into his back waistband. Randall called Nico over and whispered harshly.

I look at my captors and Maximo has a huge daring smirk. “ Can I please just talk to my friend?” I plead. “ Tell him anything about us, and he is dead. Make sure you think carefully before doing anything stupid.” Santino warns. “ And don’t leave this lounge,” Maximo adds as he grabs a bottle of wine instead. I stand up quickly and rush to hug Mark. I hear a growl behind me, but I ignore it. He grabs my arm and pulls me along. The whole time I can feel eyes on me. They are burning through my back.

Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for. "She's a child man " John says like me he's happily married but unlike me I don't see the girl next door as a child. "We here for porker not for ogling teenagers " Carter says winking at me I kick him under the table ,he swears under his breath asshole.

Aiden : what has she ever done to you? Man : she attracted me in the way that no other has ever done to me with her bump. She is used by you, still I am willing to accept her. Aiden : you bastard…. He was going to punch him when that man points his gun to calista. Man : aww how can you not remember your friend?? Making a sad pout, he spoke. Aiden : WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? FUCKER… Shouted Aiden. Man : remember your best friend from childhood. When you both started working for that mafia?

He approves his family, that was when instinct took over. 'Get up Cain' a voice called out from my coma state, I open my eyes look around checking my surrounding it looks like a dungeon, still questioning how I got to this place before it all came back, the mouth watering smell, the new born pup, his second chance mate I'm not sure how that is possible, marking the new born pup, sliver piercing my shoulder and losing consciousness. Everything came back to me, I couldn't believe I mark a child, I feels so disgusted in this act of mine. I'm still a monster after all if I could mark a little baby, sealing her permanently to me with out given her a chance to choose me.

The pain dulled to a throb. The Mark went quiet. He looked at my shoulder. Then at my mother. Something unreadable passed through his eyes. “This ritual is unfinished,” Mother Elara said quickly. “The seal has not—” “End it,” the man said. Two words. Absolute. Armed men flooded the chamber. The Elders shouted. Someone tried to run. They didn’t make it far. I couldn’t look away from him. From the way the candles flickered when he moved. From the way the Mark under my skin pulsed faintly, like it recognized him.

I fixed my ass on the couch. “What?”… “I know you will be mad, Max. But trust me, it has nothing to do with the nutcase lady or her father.” I leaned a little, reaching for a corkscrew, and I screwed off the cork of the bottle. “I’m not fucking mad at you, Leo. I’ve always known you as someone who fucking does things with motives behind it. So what’s the fucking tea? Spill it.” Serving the glasses, “My body has yet to fully recover after the face out with the Maranos. I don’t want your sister to see me as incapable during….” I slid a glass to him.

“Just asked if I was here against my will… Asked if I was partaking in any… Anything by force.” “And you said?” “I told him I was with you…” She prayed AJ didn’t turn his anger on her. It was usually the way. He was pissed about something she would pay the price. It was how he did things. “Took longer speaking to you… Who was he?” He turned his attention to Paul when he asked that. “Gromer… He is the head of the operation. He leads the squad.” “Gromer…” AJ nodded his head. “Seems to have found something in your sister… I mean… Britney, Marla, Sally… Did he give you his card when he questioned you?”

Against the back of the wall stood a huge choir. Suddenly, a young man, maybe 20, with long, flowing black hair, dressed in a tux, strutted proudly onto the stage. He cut right through the aisle of performers, heading for the center. As he did, the entire audience rose to its feet and applauded. “Who’s he?” I asked. He reached the center and bowed repeatedly, smiling. Even from up here, I could see that he was startlingly attractive. “Sergei Rakov,” Jonah answered. “He’s one of the best vocalists in the world.”