Metro の小説・ストーリー

"Well because we might pick something up" "And... why else?" "Well there's erm well just up the road from the hard rock there's erm well err.." "Just spit it out, Lanna" Acre says M and M world" "What?" I say laughing #"Well oh come on boys its M and M world, you cant come to London and not go to M and M world" Lanna says with a big grin on her face "Ok fine but your buying dinner" I say before Acre adds "And you best be buying us some M and Ms"

Helpless plunge my being as another series of self-destructive and depressing thoughts ran through my head. To distract me, I peered around the room taking in the interior. The room was generously large with a Royal-size fancy bed pushed against the wall opposite the bedroom door with an ottoman at the edge and with nightstands on either side of it. A 70 inch or maybe bigger Tv was mounted to the left side of the wall where the bedroom door was framed.

Like I was at the heart of convergence. “See anything you like?’ asked Wyren “Not sure, I really do not know what I am looking at or what I want” I replied “True… well, I could get the essentials' ' she replied as she hurried off while her tail wagged. I continued to explore the city with its high rise, metallic tree-like structures that had branches which carried rounded buildings of all sorts of colors. The trees were of different sizes, some small, others large, and with mini buildings hanging from it. These trees were called Mastiers and the buildings that hung from it were called units. Each Mastier’s size represented its use and function. A shopping and housing Mastier were humongous,

" None of your business just do as I say " " I'm sorry Master I'll do as you wish"

I pick up the phone, and see that a message has just arrived from an unknown number, which says: “I thought you were an idiot, but I see you're very smart. Did you want the attacker and the defender at the same time? But I think you've done wrong in that game, dearie!’ What are you talking about? Who would send me something like that? And below the damn message is a link. I'm afraid it's something bad, I click, and it takes me quickly to a page, it looks like a celebrity news site, I don't know... I scroll the page, and later I see something, my heart races and a bad feeling accompanies its beats. I read the headline that reads: Defender, Real Deportivo de Madrid sensation, celebrates his ca

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She could’ve made it to the door unnoticed if they were humans, Kimberly thought to herself feeling slightly annoyed. “Sweetie, I know you must be hungry. I made…” “I need some fresh air.” Kimberly said, cutting her off. This made Christine really sad, Kimberly could see it. She was a bit touched and had wanted to immediately apologize, but she had to keep up her act. “O-okay. Go ahead.” Christine quietly said and turned around, returning back to the kitchen. # “Hello?” Alan answered his phone after two rings. “Hello, beta Alan. This is beta Donald from the white moon pack.”

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In return, her friends share their unique insights on literature and art, broadening Nana's horizons. They even form a small study group for English speaking practice. Laughing at each other's mistakes but also cheering every tiny progress, they make learning a fun and shared adventure. Through these interactions, Nana not only grows academically but also deepens her precious friendships. On weekends, Nana also loves to study with her friends. They often gather at the local library, a quiet haven filled with rows of books. Nana and her pals would sit around a big table, each immersed in their own textbooks but always ready to help one another.