Asa Emory Novels & Stories

Em Emory? Em laughed to herself. Aspen turned around and found Em.. she mouthed the word ‘Emory ??’ Em snorted and held up her hands … she had no idea. She should’ve asked him what his middle name was. Emory and Emerson… The crowd went wild. Cheers erupted. People were yelling and whistling. She had to admit the mood and the wildness of the place made her feel excited. She understood the pull.

"Could Mama have meant Myles?" Emory shook her head quickly, forcing Myles' name from her mind. Her stomach suddenly churned, especially when she remembered Myles' disgusting affair. "It seems I've been taking it too easy lately. My brain has stopped working and started thinking about unimportant things," Emory muttered as she got out of bed. Then, having made up her mind, she called for Denise. "I'd better get back to my routine this morning." Soon Emory was sitting behind her desk, Orlando, Sienna, and Lacey standing alertly in front of her as she reviewed a stack of documents.

The call went through on the second ring “Elijah. I want the footage from the restaurant. Every hallway camera, cross-check for unknown individuals. Anyone not on the guest list and pull Intel on the caballos, the contis, and anybody else with a death wish.” “Yes, sir," Elijah replied without hesitation. I hung up and parked at an old bridge I didn't know for how long I stood there for, but I later ended up booking a hotel ** The next morning, I met Emery at the balcony, drinking coffee from the mugs I had kept for her, but she froze, and I knew something was wrong the moment she stopped breathing. Emery sat across from me, her fingers frozen around her coffee mug, her skin draining of all c

“And I'm afraid to say they might be a problem.” “What do you mean？”Jerome asked sorely, his voice cracking up a bit. It's obvious he is already imagining the dreaded words Alex is about to sprout out. “The location of the device is at Emma's office. I really hope you have blocked every details before they hacked it.”he retorted heaving as his legs marched on the break of his car. “Because I might be walking to my death if Emma ever finds out anything about me.” “Collins had the phone blocked already .. I believe they haven't find out.”Jerome assured and cuts the call.

Emerson It was fleeting, just a breath or two, so fleeting that for a moment, she couldn't react. Asher Fitzgerald. He’d been standing right there, looking at her. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and turned her attention back to Steve, her publicist, as he touched her arm again. “Are you really sure you want to move to some small town?” Emerson smiled. “It’s time. I’m 32 weeks pregnant. I can’t wait any longer.”

Who would have guessed that he was a former soldier, once a major in the military? Emily entered to hand over the trophy to her team coach and informed them that she needed to leave early due to a family matter; hence, she wouldn't be returning the school bus. After finishing up, she picked up her bag and left the room. Stepping outside, she saw Asa surrounded by a group of girls asking for his contact information. His handsome face was flushed like it was brushed with rouge, and he stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to look. Emily chuckled softly, walking over and looping her arm through Asa's. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Her tongue clicked with a half-smile. “What?!?” His eyes widened and he was about to attack her again, but Casya pulled him away, but he was still struggling to try to be free from her. Yet Casya was giving all her strength not to let him go, knowing he might really lose his license as a detective for hurting his comrade. When they finally left, Ameira took a deep breath and grabbed her phone from her jacket pocket, and called E. [ What is it you called?] "Have you hacked this hospital's system?"

"Ms. Hayes. I'm sorry I didn't call sooner. Things have been... it's Miss Emory. She collapsed this afternoon. She's at St. Catherine's Hospital. She's been having seizures. They don't know what's wrong." Clara's world stopped. "What?" "She had a fever this morning. She was crying for her mother. She collapsed by the pool. The doctors are running tests now, but they don't have any answers yet." Clara's hand flew to her mouth. "Emory. Oh my God. Is she—is she going to be—"

“Who the hell is Emily Carter?” The governor glanced at a file. “Dr. Emily Carter. Soil chemist. She arrives in six hours.” Asher’s face went blank. “You assigned me a woman?” Hawk burst out laughing. “You’re Gerald with Emily,” Hawk said gleefully. “Gerald and Emily. That sounds domestic.” Asher shot him a look that could peel paint. “What about you, Eric?” Asher snapped. Hawk flipped his page. He froze. Then slowly turned the passport around.

When I came in she turned and did the small nod she always did, and I did it back, and that was the whole transaction. Emory had come because I’d asked and he didn’t like hospitals and had said so directly and then come anyway, which was its own kind of thing. He’d been quiet in the car over and was sitting now in the chair beside mine with his jacket still on, which was what he did when he hadn’t decided yet whether he was staying. He was looking at his phone with the focused energy of someone trying to give the room as little of their attention as possible.