Write の小説・ストーリー

Will was finally in a constant good mood, he had found a nice routine to his life. Four times a week the nun taught lessons to some of the village children, which meant Will would also watch the lessons through the window. On the other days when he was free, he would fix things in his new home, and also go out to gather odds and ends. It only took Will two weeks to learn very basic writing and reading skills, and was getting a mild grasp on the language the humans spoke. He was like a child, absorbing all the knowledge like a sponge. [Maybe this is a trait of being a Goblin?]

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Other languages didn’t really interest her. I pulled up some of the assignments already turned in. From the looks of it, Maverik, Risa, Shawn, and of course Winter were at the top of the class. They had excellent marks and it showed when they were speaking in class. Maverik could use some help with his handwriting but it was sloppy teenage writing issue, not a Latin issue. I held up a paper that Winter wrote and shook my head. “What is this girl thinking? She could have already taken the test.”

he continued, turning on the phone, "aside from the tracker, this doesn't work like a normal phone does. My number is programmed into it, and it will allow calls to and from me. Any other number this phone will not be able to contact unless programmed to do so by me. Not that we don't trust you, Emery, but the W*P can't take any chances." I took the phone in my hands. "So, does it text?" He nodded. "It does, but again, only to me. If you're ever in immediate danger, you can also hit this button here and it will dial me automatically." "Okay," I agreed; seemed easy enough.

Sam growls, drinking coffee like a maniac. I roll my eyes and go back to work. Sam checks messages, runs his hands through his hair, and speaks: “Dante says Britanis is better. But she’ll take a few weeks off; she’s still shaken from the giant white wolf that attacked her.” “Well… maybe if she wasn’t throwing herself at everyone, the wolf wouldn’t have attacked her,” I mutter. “What?” “Nothing, Sam. You’re deaf.” He sighs, finishes his coffee, and smiles.

A timeline. I could work with timelines.

Once I made it to the door i turned around and said, “Lock the door on your way out. And leave my door key!” I made it to work. I checked myself in the mirror and put on my normal smile. I went in the building froze. I was the sole owner of my own company Life Inside of A Box bakery. Just seeing my bakery logo lifted my spirit. It was a big bakery but it was all mines. My assistant saw me and walked over. "Mrs. Johnson we have a couple orders due today but all the goods are ready to be delivered. I got it covered. " she said.

“ How are you outside? It’s freaking daytime you freak! “ I exclaim “ My ring. Didn’t they teach you that in werewolf school, “ he says putting out his cigarette on the pavement? I started walking down to the forest nearest to our house which was still very far away. The house was covered on all four sides with woodland. He followed. “ Didn’t they teach you that a werewolf bite is fatal, “ I say looking up at him. “ That they did teach me, Katherine, but I know you’d never kill me, sweetheart, “ he said looking down at me flashing his fangs accidentally. “ How are you so sure? “ I remark “ You’d never do it because you believe that I can be better. You believe that vampires betrayed you, but