Ruthless Knight の小説・ストーリー

Hatred was the feeling that flowed through his strings at me, and it hurt. Of course I had no right to feel like that; but my emotions never do as they're told and I refuse to rip these ones out. Just because I have no right to feel this way doesn't mean I don't deserve to. Knight is what his name was, but he enjoys going by Fractured now. He was supposed to be the Nightmare Master’s loyal dog who would kill anyone who went near him. Of course, he wasn't actually loyal, just doing as he was told so that his family wouldn't suffer the consequences.

Every venom of hatred she had for me echoed in her voice, laced beneath her words. ''Useless, ungrateful orphan.'' She spat on me. ''You think you have dreams? You think you have a future? You have nothing. You never had anything. You came into this house with nothing and you will leave with nothing. Go and do what you do best, be a slave to whichever man will take you.'' She stepped back. Natalie glanced at us and focused on her phone again.

they murmured. Carl ignored them as his lips curved into a smirk. Such fools. They easily believed his lie and concluded that he was ugly. "King Ryker, who would have thought a man with a disability would become one of the most powerful kings in mercury? Such a pity, I had expected you to be handsome. I even suspected you, thinking you were hiding your face because you didn't want to expose your identity, turns out it's because you were ugly," King Luther said at the top of his voice while laughing crazily.

"If you harbor a desperate desire to engage in mutual romantic courtship, I suggest you refrain from executing it in the absolute center of a public transit pathway!" His eyes systematically swept across the space separating our frames, delivering a profoundly cynical, judgmental glare that encompassed both myself and Roy. He executed a swift, mechanical adjustment to the lapels of his suit jacket before callously sweeping past my position without offering a secondary glance. My fingers automatically compressed into tight, white-knuckled fists at my sides, my internal grid burning with a surge of unadulterated resentment. How could a masculine entity possess the terrifying emotional capacity

Jules not only flew him but also managed his airline on his behalf. “Here comes the wife snatcher,” Jules said, opening his arms for a hug. Prince Karl scoffed and embraced him. “Why would I steal her? I was simply saving her from humiliation,” he grumbled. “Though I am beginning to regret it.” “So, since when did you become the knight in shining armor that saves the damsel in distress? Last I checked, you disliked her, or were you pretending all this while?” “I still hate her, but I hate my brother more.”

a lady said, her deep voice resounding to where we sat as she put her arm over Damien’s shoulder. “That doesn’t seem like Abigail” Roseline pointed out. It definitely wasn’t her, the lady’s skin was dark, tanned, almost of a different person, her dress, it was scarce, her clothing had no reins, that wasn’t Abigail, it could never be. “I’m not here for you” he said, taking the glass of wine poured by the bartender. “All this time, we thought the battle was against Abigail, whilst it was this..thing” Roseline said as she took a glass of water as we settled into a table.

Like a king among his subjects. But he wasn't just a king. He was the devil disguised in an expensive, black suit. Brutal and ruthless under all that polished exterior. I swallowed hard, my eyes soaking him in. He held a glass of drink in his hand, but it was untouched. He didn't drink that weak stuff; he was a more hardcore, heavy liquor kind of guy. His strong, inked fingers wrapped about the delicate glass reminded me of what he could do to me. All he had to do was squeeze, and I'd shatter into a million pieces.

Dean sat beside him with his jaw tight, while I remained near the window, my arms crossed, my expression looking blank. Richard exhaled with a rasp. “You both deserve to know the truth so you can be careful around her.” I turned my head sharply, narrowing my eyes. “If you have any more confessions to share then speak. Stop wasting breath pretending you’re a saint.“ Richard let out a bitter laugh, coughing midway. “Saint? No, child. I was never a saint. But I wasn’t always the devil either. That part… belonged to Evelyn. I was the middle man. But I made a vow to myself, I would do the best I could to stop her before my last breath.”

The old man's hand is still in my grip. "Take out your money." He tried to order. Oh man! I had imagined more. These are just random roadside thugs. Sweat formed on her forehead and she looked frightened. The guy held knife at her neck, glued himself to her body and I didn't like it,not even a bit. Her pupils dilated,chest raised and fell heavily. A little amount of blood on the surface of the knife that was held at her neck made appearance and the next moment, all I know is I kicked the old man in his manhood, jumped onto the bastard who dared to drew her blood. Everything happened so quickly. I am on the man, dismantling his face. I heard her screaming,the other two men trying to drag me a