Beneath The Stars Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

He reached out, his thumb hovering just inches from my forehead before he caught himself and dropped his hand. The air in the room shifted. That was the problem with Chapter 10—the "fake" touches were starting to feel like they were missing their script. "The PR department called me," I said, stepping back to grab a roll of kineseology tape. "They want us to do a 'Couple’s Feature' for the team’s social media. A video interview. 'At Home with the Captain.'" Stefan let out a harsh, dry laugh. "At home? We don't even have the same favorite color, Noah. How are we supposed to pretend we share a kitchen?"

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

After letting Jake see her hole from the wedding, she had waited until the whole house went to sleep and then discreetly slipped out to visit this out of the way bar where she requested to see them for a deal. Walking here took her almost an hour. The two brothers didn't expect for any ordinary person in Blue-Mist to know their true identities, and they did not expect the person who asked to see them for a deal would be Elvira, the strongest Alpha in their generation and the future Luna of Blue-Mist. So, when she removed her cloak, Ethan and Eden's jaws nearly dropped. “Elvira?” They both chorused in shock. “Hi.” She smiled at them, then her face got serious.

“Rabid sonofabitch— Randy!” Subtly lowering the book resting on her raised knees, Parisa peered at her caretaker leaning alarmingly over the rooftop’s bannister; one hand gripping the rail while the other pointed a gnarled finger at the accused below. “Randy! I done seen you already! Leave that girl alone! Hear me?” Yarrow paused, head tilting to the side as though the person below had spoken just quiet enough to escape the creature’s hearing threshold.

Emily thank her best friend, sipping the alcohol in one go. "Are you sure you can go to school, in this condition?" Nice asked because her best friend now was a mess, her face and eyes were so red, if any paparazzi could come in now they would have loved to take photos of Mr. Hale's daughter, Emily. though she was just fifteen she was well known all over the internet for her life hack videos, her acting skills, her singing skills and let's not forget being the daughter of Mr. Hale, the CEO of N&H cooperations.

March 12, 2004 From the dark corners of a recently visited cemetery, a movement could be heard. The stars of the night twinkled bright alongside the full moon that provided dimmed illumination for the silent recepients below. They made sure that no one was around to witness them, for they are not ready yet.

“Dinner is served at sundown. You do not speak unless addressed. You do not eat until the men have finished. You will take your food with the other women in the south wing. You will wait until summoned.” “Yes,” Elara whispered. The maid’s gaze lingered on her face. Something unreadable passed between them—judgment, maybe. Or expectation. Then she left. The door shut with a soft but final click. Elara stood in the center of the room, still wearing her coat. She took one deep breath. Then another. The air smelled of dust and old wood and something faintly metallic. She moved to the window and hesitated. Then pulled back the curtain slightly. There was a garden below. Dead vines, tangled hedges

“No loans? No scandals?” “Like I said—she’s clean. Her parents paid her fees in full and left her some money.” “Where did she work before Knight Enterprises?” “I’m checking that,” he said. “Just give me until tomorrow.” “Fine. You’d better find something,” I said and ended the call. I walked to my balcony and stared out into the night. A record that clean didn’t feel right to me. That girl was hiding something. I could see it in her eyes. Everyone had secrets.

Clara, descending into the surf. Emily, standing beneath a sky that no longer belonged to Earth. And beneath it all, a third Seed. Not planted. But waiting.

I made sure to teach her well before the event started. Ten minutes later, Emily comes back to whisk me away and just like that, I go to another table, not minding those who stopped me on the way to speak to me. As I’m speaking to the media, I take in Emily’s appearance from the corner of my eyes and if you ask why I’m staring, I can only tell you that I like her outfit choice. I bet she is unaware at how many times I’ve stared at her. --- Emily’s POV. I go to take a break when Christopher tells me to and as soon as I sit right next to Stella I see her staring speechless at something and follow her gaze.