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.

“That’s what makes this so fucked.” That shut me up. Not because I disagreed. Because she was right. Emery had chosen me—again and again, even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when all I offered her was a fake picture of safety. I swallowed hard. “Where is she?” “She said she would be at a press brunch. Somewhere small, private, downtown. A chance to reclaim the narrative, I guess. Take her story back. On her own terms.” “That’s suicide,” I muttered. “They will devour her.”

Aspen smiled at her. Em almost wished that her dad had a spot in the cemetery there … so she could go visit him. But he’d been cremated, and therefore didn’t have a typical burial plot. He was sitting at home inside the bookcase in her living room. Still. It would’ve been a special thing to do while they were visiting. A few minutes later they pulled up to the park and got out of the car. Emerson was an absolute nervous wreck at this point. Her hands shook and she was beginning to sweat… feeling all that yummy breakfast Asher had brought coming back up.

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.”

" I say and I rush to Mrs. Fane's class … Sebastian 1 year ago When Emory called me a few weeks ago claiming she found a good job for me as a teacher I thought nothing of it. I accepted it and just went with the flow. This morning I woke up thinking my first day as an English teacher back in my hometownWoodbridge was going to be boring. I thought I would end up regretting my decision. When Emory told me she was going to assign me a TA for two periods in order to get me "Settled in". I thought Emory was going to assign me an annoying kid. I thought I would end up convincing Emory to take back her offer on a TA. Emory then showed me the students' information through the school system.

Frowning, she silently scolded Ronald Richardson while heading towards the backstage area of the large venue, to Q University's green room. As she approached the door, a familiar face caught her eye. Murray's bodyguard, Asa Whit. "Emily, Mr. Gibson sent me to pick you up." Asa, two years younger than Emily and sharing the same birthday, always called her Emily instead of "Miss Rockefeller" like others. Emily smiled, "Just wait a moment. I need to grab my bag." Asa nodded, waiting patiently outside. Dressed in a white sweatshirt and pants, tall and handsome, Asa looked like a charming schoolboy at first glance. Who would have guessed that he was a former soldier, once a major in the military?

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?"

Steve said and she nods while giving him a monkey smile. "By the way, why you had kept your company's name ASE... what does it stands for..??" Amy asks confusingly. "First of all it's our company not only mine.. okay..??" He asks while she nods and he continues saying. "And ASE means "Amayra Steve Ellison". To be continued.

"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.