Vol'jin の小説・ストーリー

asked Lucas. 'Oh no, far from it, Lucas Colton King. A robot is basically a computer created to mimic human intelligence. I am more of a software integrated with a wide knowledge base and can interact even without having a command.' The woman/ interactive consciousness noticed that the two were still not quite getting what she was saying. 'You can ask me anything,' was what the AI finally resulted into saying. "Oh, so that's how you know our names," added Lucas. 'Of course. Lucas Colton King—son of Lincoln and Kerry King , born April third, year twenty-eleven.'

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

"100 million going once, going twice, Gone! And banged the gavel. "You are welcome" he smiled at Vinca who had a shocked look. Damont, dejected, squeezed his palm into a ball, really wishing to give Frost a clout on the nose.

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"Daniel Zavaro, twenty-nine years old. Six-year veteran of the Texas Mutiny. Number four on last year's Top Twelve most eligible bachelor list as voted by the city of Houston, behind one baseball player and two football players. Single, loves his family, volunteers at a local children's soccer league and all around nice guy." I stare at her, mouth gaping. "I can't believe you know all that." "I can't believe you don't," Sue says. "I didn't know about his volunteer work, but even I bought one of those sexy calendars they put together from the guys on that list." I cock my head at her. "What? It was for charity." "Seriously, Quincy," Geni says, turning back to her client. "He is ridiculously

Marco gave me an apologetic look and stepped out. Silence stretched and ten minutes passed since Marco left me here waiting for him. Then the door opened again but it wasn't Marco. The man from the night before walked in. Same dark shirt. Same controlled presence. I didn't need an introduction. His name was on every floor of the building: Axel Valenti. Founder and CEO of Aurelian Group. He entered calmly and took the seat that had belonged to Marco moments earlier. "Where's Marco?" I asked before I could stop myself.

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

"That's beautiful, honey. Jasmine Hyden." "Hyden?!" Juicy joked. "Jasmine Robinson." "That is so mean." He said. "Well, I was going to do this on our one year anniversary but what's three or four more months." He took her hand. "Juicy Robinson, would you please grant me the honor of becoming my wife? Juicy Hyden is such a pretty name. Don't you think, babe? Juicy and Jasmine Hyden…and however many more little Hyden's we decide to create. Would you like to do that with me?"

She had heard about his father before, so if he had learnt from his father, why wasn’t he recruited by her father? She shrugged. Her father did things his own way. VVVVV “So you just turn the canister like this” Takashi showed her. And the thing was actually making a small beeping noise. She refused to be impressed. “Then wait three seconds before you throw it” and he did that, and a gas cloud filled the area he threw it to. “What does it do?” “It stuns your opponent for a while. Temporary blindness just like multiple camera flashes”. “Okay, but I’ll still choose brass knuckles over this any day”.

Vincenzo seethed, baring his fangs at Elijah. Elijah held on to Vincenzo’s hand firmly, his face turning purple as he ran out of breath. I wonder how he could have ever believed that he was more powerful than Vincenzo. His body was so tiny and unsculpted. He looked like a bitch as Vincenzo held him up, his legs dangling in the air.