Novel & Cerita Ari Melber Book

“Elijah Darius, and as I said, he has great evidence to back his claim... if he didn't, I wouldn't be poking a bear with a stick... So stay in Syldavia, and make our job easier, okay?” The name, “Elijah,” hit Elmer like a hammer right in his chest, it felt like being struck by a truck at full speed, knocking every breath in his lungs along with the last drops of air as reality settled in and he went quiet immediately, his eyes freezing open. Seeing the look of doom on Elmer's face, Mr. Bamford shook his head before walking off with his men, and just like that, the five young girls and Elmer's buddies stood from the couch, hurrying off like he had become a taboo and they should have no busine

"I'm full of surprises, you might not remember that" But I did remember, I remembered that there was a time when Melanie's surprises had been the only thing standing between me and my sanity. I chuckled, low and rough. "I remember." At that the air felt electrified, and I cleared my throat and reached out, my fingers brushing against the book she was holding. "What's so interesting about this one?" Melanie's eyes flickered, but she didn't back down. "It's...it's about second chances." I raised an eyebrow and took a seat beside her. "Second chances, you say, do you think people get those?"

Emelia closed her eyes while remembering the past. Flashback “I am so sorry, lady.” A baritone voice came across Emelia’s ears while she picks up her books that was scattered all over the floor. “Next time, watch where you’re going.” She irritably said as soon as she stands up. However, she was taken aback when she looked up to see the man standing in front of her. He was handing the books to her with a shy smile. The man was tall and the most noticeable about him was his emerald eyes. When you look at them, you would feel like there was a force that’s pulling you towards them. Like there was an invisible magnet that would keep you from looking away.

“Go draw me a bath, dragon. You know I like my water extra hot.” She steps away from him and walks into the bathroom. I stay in the shadows as Merellien strips out of his clothes, his plans made obvious as his erection springs free. I wonder if it would hurt Ember if I ripped his dick off for her. It would. I know it would. I feel everything that Merethyl feels, but Ember might think the pain was worth it. He passes her as she moves back into the main room, his handing cupping between her thighs. “Straighten up in here, then come join me,” he says.

Celine muttered, wondering with curiosity. Melinda patted Celine's arm with wide eyes. "Don't tell me that child is Elmer's child?" Melinda guessed, making Celine open her mouth in surprise.

Melanie reviewed files and tagged data, her thoughts unusually clear. Half an hour later, she paused and placed a call. "Are you free right now?" she asked. "I'm at a masquerade ball," Elmer replied over loud music. "What's going on?" Melanie explained her thoughts succinctly. There was a brief silence on the other end. "…I'll leave immediately," Elmer said at last. "I'll contact you as soon as I get home." "Okay." She ended the call and returned to her work.

Questions swirled in her mind. Slowly, compelled by curiosity, Melissa retraced her steps toward the bed. She approached silently, mindful not to disturb the sleeper. As she drew closer, she caught a glimpse of a flawlessly chiseled profile—a face defined by dark features, thick eyelashes, and raven-black hair. "Jeremy Nobody...?" Melissa whispered, her voice betraying both surprise and disbelief. How on earth did she end up in his house?

I walk to Caramel's room now, and when I enter, it's not surprising that he's hiding under his comforter, a tired looking Ber lying next to him with a book in his hand. I suppose he tried getting the male out but Caramel wouldn't be budge, and so, in the hope of not shouting at him, he ignores him instead. As I walk to them, I want to ask him where Vanilla is but I don't, my eyes still on the big bulge in Mel's bed "Caramel"

His slow, steady breathing matches mine, and I can tell he’s struggling to focus, too. The first journal is from when Melia was only 13. She writes about her parents and her brother, about being homeschooled and how much she hated it. She wanted to join her brother in school the next year. Her parents had finally agreed to let her go when she turned 14.