Odio の小説・ストーリー

And not to forget the music was turned on higher than usual, making it severely difficult for them to hear us. "Delicios---" My sentence was cut short, when his hands flew to my ankle, and forcefully pushing me down in the pool. I hissed as the tile came in contact with my bare skin but he wasn't a tad faced by it. "You know what's more delizioso?" His voice dropped turning his accent from English to Italian in mere seconds. My breath hitched. Sure, I knew he was a 'Diaz' but Italian? Fuck, me, right now.

He let go of the spoon he was holding and covered his ear. He stood up from the seat and quickly walked away from that place. He went straight to the CR and immediately looked in the mirror. Migi's face showed surprise and confusion there. What are those he hears? He closes his eyes tightly. He turned on the faucet and immediately wiped his face, hoping he would calm down and those voices would disappear. What is this feeling? On the other hand, in a dark alley, two men are seen fighting five zombies. Their speed is astonishing, their frightening faces that look like corpses coming from their graves can also be noticed.

“And greed is a sin I can’t abide.” Three loud booms fired off, and I felt a fine mist on my skin. Elio slumped to the ground, blood spilling from his chest. A ragged breath left me, and I glanced down to my hands, my breath speeding up at the red droplets that clashed against my skin. My eyes widened, and I turned back to the gruesome scene in front of me and the lifeless body lying not ten feet from me. “Fuck,” Domenico hissed. “Clean this up. I don’t want anything left.”

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“Look, why don’t you just, um, try your own name so we can see if it really works. You know… just to check if it works.” “Okaaay…” Dion answered slowly, finding it hard to believe that Ecto, who was just a few years older than him, was completely off-grid. “So Ecto’s like a ghost, huh?” He typed his own full name on the right-side half of the broken heart. As soon as the app matched Dion’s name with his profile, it churned out the result with the very apt (and blaring) sound fx of a wrong answer buzzer.

“I’m okay, Mia. But I need your help with something.” “Of course. What do you need?” Lisa hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “I need you to do some research for me. There’s a rare plant extract I’ve been looking into, something that’s not easy to find information on. It’s called *Sopor Veritas.* Can you see what you can dig up on it, especially anything related to its uses in medicine?” “Sopor Veritas,” Mia repeated, her tone turning serious. “I’ll start looking right away. Is everything okay, Lisa?”