Odio の小説・ストーリー

My heart was killing me at the moment, I couldn't breathe. Albert opened his eyes, smiled at me then heaved a sigh before planting a kiss on my forehead. "One. Nine-eleven attacks." My forehead furrowed. What did he mean by one? He kissed the tip of my nose, "Two. Mozilla Firefox," I gasped. I let my brain backtrack from what he was saying. He kissed my cheeks. "Three. Ousting SH. Four, F******k."

“Where do they do these things? I need the address of this factory, I'm going to have a version of myself made.” For Ezra it was a lot of fun, but for me it was too disturbing. I had a bad feeling, like something bad could happen. I accidentally squeezed the doll and he released a recording that took me by surprise: You are the love of my life! I was so scared that I dropped the doll to the ground and he had to pick it up. "Besides everything, it comes with a phrase included, incredible." He pressed the doll's stomach again and we heard the same recording again, it was designed to repeat the same stupid phrase.

There’s a scuffle, followed by muffled voices before his video call cuts off and I laugh at the scene I can’t witness. “I can’t believe you snuck off to call her and left me there! What kind of nīsan are you? Hello Atlas!” “Hello! Did you kill him?” “Imadani.” I laugh at his attempt at a serious tone, as I hear Yuzuki groan in the background. “You little... tawagoto...” <... shit...> “Ignore him. Atlas-Chan wa dōdatta?”

I remembered who he was in my life as Arie. "Dylan!" I felt his heartbeat skip a bit upon hearing his name, and he hugged me tightly. Not long after, I heard a roar at a distance: "Ari!" I tried to look back after hearing Dillon's voice. I saw Lowell rushing towards us, but Dylan covered my ears as he transformed into his beast form before letting out a terrifying scream, followed by the other Sirens. He pulled me back in a hurry towards the ocean, while the other Sirens let go of the females and pushed them towards Dillon, Lowell, and my brother.

But since he chose someone else, I could not keep drowning in it. When I opened my phone, I saw a new friend request on my social media app. It was from an unmarked account. On impulse, I thought of the assistant I saw yesterday. I clicked accept. I tapped into the account's feed. The latest post was a photo of two hands intertwined. On both hands, wedding rings gleamed. I recognized the man's hand instantly. It was Jason's. There was a small bandage on his index finger. The injury was from when he cut himself cooking a few days ago.

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He raises his voice and slowly turns his head to face me, his eyes turning dark. "Sorry. You don't need to be ma..." A tiny shrill whistle suddenly erupts in the room. The sound slowly gets louder. The door opens and the teacher walks into the room. He begins the lesson but I can’t seem to focus, the sound feels like it’s piercing through my skull. I look around and everyone seems unfazed by the sound as it gets louder. Am I the only one hearing this? I look to West but he has a distant look on his face, his eyes still dark. Is he doing this?