Vector From Minions の小説・ストーリー

Vector was looking out from his window, his brows furrowed. I sat up and turned to the window Vector was looking at. There were rows of small houses clumped together in a rather dirty environment, and there were a few kids outside, playing with weird looking toys. "Which is hers?" Vector asked, turning to Manuel. "It... the third one." "From the left or right?" "Left." Vector said nothing more and opened the door, then stepped out. He adjusted his rather casual white knitted sweatshirt, then stretched his hand to me.

"Asher... Asher! Please take deep breaths. Deep breaths please." Asher struggled to hear her over the sound of his own breathing and the ringing in his ears. His vision was blurry, and the person he was sure was Lily a minute ago, suddenly seemed like his mother and she was... She was... " Asher! " Lily's scream jolted his mind and the person was once again, Lily, although blurry. He could tell it was her now. " Please take a deep breath, please. No, think of a color, three colours! Red. Pink. Orange. Think of them"

she asked James in a whisper. James looked over his shoulder. Between Conrad and Jezelle both dying tonight, and them trying to figure out what James was, the Vampires all looked lost. He turned, squared his shoulders, and addressed them. "Alright all you Mistress Minions, what's it going to be? Are you all going to toe the line and do what's good for your species, or are you going to continue this little civil war that your now dead leader initiated?" He pulled out two more silver stakes from under his trench coat and his eyes dated around, looking for threats.

“Something unusual looks about you.” “Everything is okay.” I gritted my teeth out and stared at him hard. “Now, leave me.” I felt his raspy breath blowing across my face, making my skin tingle. “Why do you care since I am your enemy?” I cried out, spitting hate into his face. “Why do you care when I’m the daughter and sister of your enemies… why do you…” Suddenly blackness flashed across my eyes and I found myself falling into his arms. “Winnie…” I heard Cassius calling me. “Damn it!”

Anyone in that club, probably owns more than ten hotels and restaurant around the world. My friend, Bianca is telling me about her book character, Damien Woes, who is a monster and a Plutonian with a huge coçk and a tongue so long, it would fill you up and give immeasurable pleasure. I glance at my driver, Mr Elvis, who has a Stern expression on his face has he takes glances at Bianca, who seems oblivious of this. I give him a small smile and nudge at Bianca. "What?" She shrugs. "I'm just a curious, person. I would pay to go to Pluto to just take a look at their coçk and touch it." She licks her lips, closing her eyes.

He took one last look at his daughter and granddaughter, before he half shifted and charged at the wolves. “WE CAN'T GET TO YOU! I’M SO SORRY MINA!” Ji’lahni screamed as she tried to reach inside the water tube surrounding Mina. “Lahni, Dom and his men have been turned into werevamps and they are coming this way we have to protect Mina. We can't let them get to her and the kids. MINA ARMOR UP DAMNIT AND PROTECT THE BABY!” Lynn said as her armor slid into place. Mina nodded closing her eyes as her armor slid into place.

Soon enough the army surrounded them as pairs of glowing eyes filled the forest, they were more than 500 vampires and werewolves and they were only two against an army of vampires and werewolves. "Just give us the baby Minerva and you and your husband will walk out of here alive." A man with glowing eyes spoke, emerging from the crowd with deadly aura emitting from him. He was a vampire, a strong and deadly one at that. "You and your army are like mere ants to us Damon, not you or your men will be able to take this baby away from me" Minerva avowed, a smirk forming on her lips as she closed her eyes and everywhere suddenly became darkened.

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

Mávros’s mood can get. “Oh, no.” Concern laced Marie’s tone. “Did the sexy devil forget the date again?” She was clearly trying to cheer me up by using ‘sexy devil.’ Mr. Mávros is a handsome guy with a towering 6’2 height, black curly locks, blue eyes, kissable lips, and perfect jaw for a Greek God. Yes, he has the body of a super-god-dammed-hot-model, and if he isn’t as moody as a girl with menstrual cramps, I’d say he is fucking perfect, but sadly he’s not perfect at all. Far from it. “I don’t know, I haven’t even finished the reports for the Rome project,” I said in between sighs, rubbing my temple in circles with my thumb, forcing my eyeglasses to move up to my hair.

No doubt, years of leading the unleadable had gained him that skill. Minus, on the other hand, was more like a dormant volcano that was waking up after a long sleep. He seemed calm on the outside, but I could sense a lake of molten anger bubbling deep inside him. Some of that anger began to flow out as Minus challenged my uncle and seeing the look on his face brought back a flood of memories. His beautiful features, forming into a Viking-like scowl. His fists, balled up at his sides, caused his biceps to swell. As hurt and confused as I was, I could not stop myself from feeling an instant, and overwhelming attraction to him. I had to force myself to look away.