Don't Stop Me Eden Emory Novels & Stories

"He's so tall. Like a giant. But a nice giant. And he has gray eyes just like me. And he knows everything about dinosaurs. He said he has a collection of real fossils. Real ones, Mommy. Not models." "That's very impressive, sweetheart." "And he asked if I could come to their house for a playdate. He said he would talk to you about it. Can I go, Mommy? Please?" "We'll see, baby. We'll see." Imogen set down her bag and collapsed onto the couch beside them. "Who's Emory's dad?" "Some businessman," Clara said. "He came to the school yesterday to meet Colt. Apparently he's very tall and has gray eyes and knows about dinosaurs."

I sat there numbed, I was too tired and drained to talk. “Eden.” I called softly. He tensed and let go of Esmeralda, she fell on the ground, crying and gasping for air. Eden paced about in anger and rage, “You are not leaving my sight until you undo what you have done, you would be locked up in a cell,” he said in anger. He walked towards me and pulled me into a hug, I let out the tears of frustration I had been holding in. I cried out loud while he rubbed my back gently.

Could I give her strength, somehow, across the void? Turns out, I didn’t need to. Because suddenly, Eden stopped turning her head. She looked right at him. I didn’t know what she was doing, but she had a fierce look in her eyes. Demetrius didn’t seem to notice the look in her eyes. He was probably too horny to notice much. So when Eden stopped turning her head, I think he took this as a sign that she’d given up. I knew better though. Eden would NEVER give up. She had something planned.

“No, I'm not going to talk with him.” Magdalene sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Let's not talk about your parents, let's talk about you. Why are you back here? Emilia said you were studying back in college.” “That was five years ago. I'm done and I'm back, for reasons.” “Oh then its nice to meet you Eden. What would you like to have?” she said standing up from her seat. “Can I ask you a question?” she stopped by my side with a soft glance in her eyes.

"What's up?" The guy's gaze drifted to Cassie as a silent plea etched into his eyes. Under his intense gaze, Cassie's resolve hardened, and her cheeks flushed. "Emma, maybe don't shoot him down so fast. Think it over back at the dorm?" Eden felt a lifeline was thrown his way. "Emma, my name is Eden McCann, senior in the Archaeology Department." "Nice to meet you, Eden," Emma replied politely.

Enzo's hand rested on my thigh, inching higher as we hit a red light. 'You trust me, right?' 'Always,' I murmured, my breath catching as his fingers brushed the edge of my lace panties. Not long after, we pulled up to a non-descript building in the heart of downtown, but the sign hit me like a jolt. Club Eden. Bold red letters glowing against the night. Even from inside the car, I could feel the pulse of bass thumping through the air, mixed with laughter and something darker, more primal. My heart raced.

It was the first time I ever snapped at her, and she was taken aback. I turned to Bennett. "Mr. Lowell, it seems like you've forgotten that on her wedding day, it was your daughter who ditched her husband to see another man, not me. If I didn't step back, today's joy could've turned into mourning. Don't you think I've given up enough? "Look at me, all beaten up. Who do you think deserves a little sympathy here?" Bennett, clearly knowing he was at fault, shot me an angry look.

“Do you know what that means?” Sierra swallowed hard. “That I… listen?” “That you belong to someone who knows how to teach you.” His thumb brushed lightly across her bottom lip, leaving her trembling. “Tell me, Sierra… do you want me to stop?” Her body screamed no. Her mind screamed yes. But her lips parted, and what spilled out was a breathless whisper: “Don’t stop.” The air between them tightened, heavy with unspoken sin. Damien’s lips hovered a fraction from hers, so close she could taste the whiskey on his breath. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, threatening to burst.

I let out a slow breath, shaking my head, “No Richard. This isn’t anger, it’s retribution.” He studied me for a long moment, then nodded, “Understood.” I sat back down, pressing my fingers against my temples. I could already feel the dull ache forming, a headache brought on by too many emotions I didn’t have time to process. Richard adjusted his glasses, “There’s one more thing,” he said, flipping open the folder, “Emma’s place of work? Their legal team reached out, they want to arrange a private meeting.” I scoffed, “To do what? Beg?”

Park said politely and a young lady looking vibrant step out from the middle of the rest. "We are interns from Bryant and Stratton college, second class upper division, willing to serve here." the lady pauses. "I'm Emily Cruz." the lady introduces herself and walk back to the line. "I'm Diana Copper." another lady said. "I'm Daniela Carlos." another lady said. "I'm Molly Fred" another lady said. "I'm Amber Lyde." another lady said and Liam instantly lift his gaze away from the paper. "Why Amber?" Liam asks absentmindedly not knowing when the words escape from his mouth, making Park to fringe a cough nervously.