Nick Clark の小説・ストーリー

I watched him carefully as he pressed a button on the steering wheel. “Sir, how may I help you?” There was a soft voice that appeared from the speakers. “Jack, can you let the local station know that I am on my way in, please.” “Of course, sir. Is everything alright?” “Yes, a young lady needed some help. Can you also have them page Amelia Clarke and ensure she is there when we arrive, please?” “Of course, sir.” The call disconnected and I felt somewhat relaxed. I fumbled with his phone in my lap and turned the screen off, placing it down in the center console.

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I mutter, staring at the CNN homepage. "Scott is dead. We did it. That should be the only thing in my head right now. But all I can think about is whether Tariq is going to burn out, and whether Saint is going to get full mobility back in his arm, and whether that guy in the navy blazer on the news is on Scott's payroll." "Probably," Kir says bluntly. "Kir." "What?" "Is it weird that I’m not happy?" I look over at him. "I thought I would feel this massive, cinematic triumph. I just feel numb."

He spoke, in some way, of himself. Vance listened, his revolt slowly lapsing into consideration. In New York, Clarkson paced his study, the main office with its wall of glass too much a reminder to enter. He glanced at the clock, the ticker, his phone. He was betting a billion dollars on Jonah Miles. On his integrity. On his ability to talk a stranger to the edge of tears in a way Clarkson himself had never. His phone rang. A Reykjavik number. He picked it up. "Miles?"

“You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.” I looked down, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “And what about you?” “What about me?” “What did you want, Nolan? Before the weight of a crown and a pack?” He hesitated. I could see it, the flicker of something behind his eyes, the ghost of a younger man he used to be. “I never really had the luxury of wanting,” he said. “From the moment I shifted, everything was duty. The Alpha’s seat was mine before I could even decide what kind of man I wanted to be.”

Even without meeting, they could read and counter each other perfectly. Inside the room, Nick and Khloe heard the noise outside. Someone had arrived. Nick ran his fingers through her hair. "Let me introduce a friend—his name's Lucas Clarke." "The one who saved you?" Khloe asked softly. "Yes. He was a former classmate. I honestly thought I might never see you again…" Nick's voice softened.

"You can go in now, but Mr Clark said you have one minute more, and once the clock tickles, your secret will be out." Nancy said and Mr Jones run off, Nancy laughed watching him tab the elevator hurriedly, she was even holding her stomach. "I think I need to record this." She said and started videoing him and laughing. He finally reached the office and stormed in holding his chest. "Seems like you just went off a marathon race." Mr Clark said facing his laptops. "God save you, you have five more seconds for the world to find out what a high reputable arrogant Billionaire's dirty secrets." Clark said and smirked.

He yells out, drawing everyones attention to us. "The chick is Claire," Claire answers him, matter-of-factly, and he snorts like a pig. "And what's your name?" "They call me Dr Clint," Clint answers her, giving a bogus nickname that none of us has ever given him. "I specialise in virginity removal." There's a roar of laughter behind him as some of the boys pat him on the back for his crude comment. "That's really gross," Claire says back to him, pulling a face of disgust and making me chuckle.

Nathan grinned and said, “Girls are born with a hole, and boys have a duty to fill it. That is what you crawled out of: the hole. And your little sister will do the same, and she will also have a hole.” Crystal gritted her teeth and pinched him. “What are you talking about?” Nathan grunted but said no more on the matter. Clark stared at them for a moment, considering what had been said, and then he rode away on Wolf. **** Later that night, Nancy noticed that Clark was rummaging through his clothes, and she asked him what he was doing. He looked up at her, smiled, and said, “Uncle Davis said Aunt Crystal has a hole...”

I shook my head, then smiled a little bit. “It is something that I cannot disclose because if I do, he will force me to do that,” I replied. “In the name of Devious Clan, I Marcus Devious, son of Roger Devious, shall be your shield and will never leave your side to protect you from harm… You may summon me anytime you want… my flesh and my blood is in your hands… through this drop of blood, I shall be your loyal knight throughout your life and shall die if I become disloyal to you, my master, Clementine Westernia, half demon and half human, the princess of Westernian Empire and the heir of the demon world,” Marcus said, then he cut his palm using his sword and drop the blood in front of me. A