Don't Stop Me Eden Emory Novels & Stories

My men were already surrounding us, guns drawn, pushing us toward the exit on the side of the building. Emery stumbled once — I caught her — and for a second, our eyes locked. This wasn’t control. This was war. And I would not let her become collateral. We made it back to the estate under lockdown. Paramedics. Armed guards. Mel was there, shouting into her phone, coordinating press suppression. But I didn’t hear any of it. Not really. Not until I found Emery pacing in the room, her hands shaking, her eyes wild. “You need to stop this,” she said the moment she saw me.

And that baritone brought about the shiver. Jeremy flipped away the explosive emotions and faintly gazed at the high class building Roy gestured at. EDEN―it says. The only club nearest to the college. "You work there?" Jeremy forgot all his problematic, emotional and maybe a little hormonal changes―and excitedly let his eyes wander the slim building. Roy felt happy seeing Jeremy's excitement and replied. "Yes." Agreeing to visit EDEN for a short period, Roy and Jeremy crossed to the other side. Roy greeted the bouncer and ushered Jeremy inside through the doors to the opening dance floor of EDEN.

Kai asked. Ryan rolls his eyes. “Now this is getting hard,” said Fred. Eden was about to give another punch to the car when he heard something and his hand stopped in the middle. “What happened? Did he feel mercy on the car?” whispered Ryan. Kai gave him a tough look. “Eden, Where are you? Please help me, where are you? Eden I, I need you right now, I will take my life but I will not let them win,” he received a mind-link from her.

Doctor Sebastian calls from behind me, but I'm too shocked to move an inch from where I am. "Let's go for the second bag, please, we haven't got time." Eden stands from the couch, buttoning up his coat. "Actually, I don't think I'll be able to donate anymore for today." My stomach drops to hell. "What do you mean?" I ask, but he doesn't give me any answers. God, what is he planning to blackmail me with this time? He walks straight to Mom and sits beside her, holding her shoulders intimately. "Mom, how are you feeling?"

She's my life! Sophia's face flushed red. Just then, headlights swept across the restaurant's facade, and a sleek, black Mercedes pulled to a stop. A man stepped out, leaning against the car door. It was Mateo.

Emma ended the call immediately, cutting Zane off before he even had the chance to protest. Zane stood frozen, staring at the phone screen that had returned to the home menu. An unfamiliar sense of unease surged through his chest once again. Emma's calmness and determination were nothing like the behavior of a woman throwing a tantrum. Yet his overwhelming pride still refused to believe that the obedient woman he had always treated like a possession had truly walked out of his grasp.

Ingrid was fired, and Morgan stopped going to work; he spent every waking hour guarding my bedroom door, terrified that I would book a flight and never come back. One night, I wanted to go out for a walk. When I pushed open the door, I found Morgan sleeping right outside my room. The moment he saw me, he pulled me into a hug and murmured, "I know I messed up, Honey. I've scrubbed myself clean, so please don't leave me, okay?"

“Because she is my friend. I want to know that you’re treating her well.” Judge Max sighed in exasperation. “Honestly? Not so well.” Not so well? What does he mean by that? “What do you mean?” “Would you believe me if I told you she missed Eden? How could someone miss such a wretched place?” “I think you have it all wrong.” “Do I? Why don’t you enlighten me?” “She doesn’t miss Eden–she misses the predictability of Eden. She’s in shock, Judge Max. You’ll have to give her time.”

By bumping her intentionally, she was testing Ameira, to see if she would care for her and if so, she would save her and stop committing suicide. Dainiel Mendoza was indeed a strong person who was still fighting despite the pain she was in. She didn't dare to commit suicide because someone was stopping her, and it wasn't her family or her lover, but the creator of this world. That’s why Ameira asked her if she believed in God.

he said and i smiled to myself Edwardo has a bad past and remembering it will make his loose focus "Perfect"i replied and ended the call tbc