Novel Shea の小説・ストーリー

This is because he knew she was inside, where else could she go? She finally got up and walked to the door. The first thing he did when he saw her was to take a quick glance at her look. Tequila was wearing a tank top, and a short short that barely covered her ass. But she didn't care. The Sheikh had seen her naked anyways, not like there was anything left to hide from him. She walked back to her bed and sat down by the edge, sitting crossed legs. She kept looking down at her fingers. She decided not to talk to him, unless he was there to tell her she's free to go.

The girl in the black sunglasses. A girl in a jeans jack, white top and pulled back hair sat with a group of seniors. The jawline was the same, the same full cheeks and small frame. They had to have the same chocolate eyes. The girl's hair appeared thicker and curly. Leah always straightened her hair. ‘What… the hell?’ Jordan whispered. Her skin felt like ice cream falling off a stick. ‘It’s so weird but that’s not the strangest part.’ Ruby said. ‘She claims she isn’t Leah, can you imagine?’

He left no holes unexplored. I watched the moon through the window while I waited for him to fall into a deep sleep. Selene's halo of alloy-silver shimmered down magnificently. Her beauty shone through the wide double windows, reminding me of her presence and that she was with me always. Sometimes I could have sworn the moon spoke to me. Like that night, she told me to go to the swamps and find her. I didn't know who this her was, but I knew I couldn't disobey the Moon Goddess.

The same, even tone. - Will be back. What does the fighter have to tell me? Who died in the past? Maybe it's about my grandfather? So many questions run through my head. I hope I get some answers. Quietly she returned to the room. How good it is to be a she-wolf, if I were a simple person, my attempts to remain unnoticed would look ridiculous and awkward. She made the bed. Only now I noticed that there are clean things on the chair. I took a shower, or rather washed myself with cold water. Hot doesn't work.

Shea blinked and turned away from the moon god. 'What was that?' she thought. She turned around to ask Daylen this very question. But the boy was gone as though he was never their to begin with. Shea shook her head. Her mission was more important, she cast her eyes ahead and moved on with her journey. On her way to the ground, Shea couldn't help but get by heart the last time she was on earth. All the memories she made, the good and the bad. One day in particular rang in her heart. The day she fell in love with a creature of the land. It was love at first sight, a moment that redefined her existence and gave her the beautiful boy that is her son.

"I was just checking on Isabella. She wasn't feeling well." I didn’t say a word. My gaze swept over Isabella and landed on the necklace around her throat. It was the Versta family heirloom, a ruby necklace that only the Prince's official mate was worthy of wearing. I'd never once worn it in my past life. Isabella noticed my stare and touched her neck, her expression all innocence. "Oh, this… I just thought it was pretty and wanted to try it on. I'll take it off right now." She made a slow, deliberate show of reaching for the clasp, her eyes fixed on Mortlock.

No one took photos. Every sound from before had vanished. I stood outside the glass and watched her huddled in the corner. December in New York. Ice water pouring from above. I knew exactly what that felt like. When the timer ended, I pressed the button again. The sprinklers stopped. Salina stumbled out, hair matted and tangled, soaked through, lips turning purple, every trace of her earlier arrogance washed away. She stood shivering before me, her voice too hoarse even to cry. I looked at her without expression.

Gayle had volunteered—an unusual occurrence, since he rarely looked up from his laptop without being forced to—but Sheila had shot him down without hesitation. "Pervert. You just want an excuse to see my tits," Sheila said, rolling her eyes. Gayle muttered something under his breath, adjusting his glasses. "I don't see the big deal," he grumbled, pounding away at his keyboard again. Sheila’s apartment was... an experience. Sophia spotted a few odd-looking dildos casually tossed around, and a pair of handcuffs dangling from a lamp. Sheila only laughed and sheepishly pushed them aside. Choosing a dress turned into a whole ordeal.

She glared down at Sheila, her eyes blazing with fury. "You're lucky I don't kill you right now," Athena spat, her voice venomous. "But that would be too easy. Instead, I'll make sure you suffer like I did." With a swift motion, Athena stood up, her eyes never leaving Sheila's face. "You're going to tell me everything," Athena growled. "About Scarlett's plans, about the drugged wine...everything." Sheila nodded frantically, tears streaming down her face. "I'll tell you, Athena. Just please don't hurt me."

Chapter 155 Shania adjusted the stack of books in her arms as she stepped into the cozy library at the foundation’s headquarters. This had quickly become her favorite spot to retreat to, a quiet space where stories lived and dreams flourished. A part of her still marveled at how far things had come. The library was bustling with activity as kids and young adults flipped through pages of novels and textbooks. Shania watched a young girl named Tasha animatedly discuss a book with her peers, her shy demeanor replaced by an infectious enthusiasm.