Ed Fma Novels & Stories

I wave goodbye to them as I rush out the door. Sighing with defeat, I pick up the pace, knowing that I will have to run the entirety of the way there to make it on time. I couldn't afford to be even a second late. The Macafee family had already disgraced the Ramono family once. We couldn't afford to have another incident happen. When I reach the packhouse, my entire body is covered with sweat and panting hard. I have to hold myself up with my palms against my knees as I try to catch my breath.

"Make the call. Hurry. We're about to take off." Eva nodded and securing herself into one of the seats opposite Adelaide, spoke softly into her phone. She rattled off medications and instructions. I tried to listen, but it was a foreign language. Hearing the name of a six-syllable medication and knowing what it was used for were two different things. I sat closest to Adelaide. "Amore mio, stay strong. You always have been too strong, too unwilling to let me help you. Now, I will help. It's not too late. I refuse to allow that."

It was designed specifically to manipulate people like me who had just returned to wealthy families and were emotionally vulnerable. "You thought it was fate? It was technology!" Sienna waved the remote control. "Now, get on your knees! Sign the transfer documents! Otherwise, I'll press this button and turn him into pulp!" Drake's mouth was gagged. He could only make muffled sounds, but his eyes remained resolute as he shook his head violently, signaling me not to worry about him. I looked at Sienna and calmly removed the wire-rimmed glasses from my nose. I had recently gotten them specially made with an anti-interference program embedded inside. They also served as my communication device w

MATEO When I wake up, Kieran’s gone. I don’t think much of it – today we have a match against our rival school, Milton High. It’s the first one of the season too, so the pressure’s on, especially for Kieran. He’s our star striker, whereas I’m only a defender. He may be barely 5’4”, but he’s the fastest player on our team. If anything, his height is an advantage, as most opposing players don’t think much of him until he’s quite literally stealing the ball from your feet. He’s fearless like that – utterly unafraid of collisions since most people will back off at the sight of him flying at them.

Pain in the ass. --- As we have finally parted ways, I just can't help my lips to form a smile involuntarily as I walked out of the academy's premises. Damn it! No, I shouldn't be feeling something like this. Ugh! I need to think straight. Yeah. But, this route that I am taking that is heading to my apartment isn't. I need to freaking go left. Damn you, Seymour! "Hey, France!!! Matt is here!!!" Eve yelled as the elevator door opened and I just stepped out. What is happening?

Hello readers, I want to thank every one of you for reading The F Word. And for those who have waited so long to see these chapters, I'm sorry for taking so long to update my book , and thank you for not abandoning it🙇‍♀️ I've been in stuck in a recurring writers block, mostly because my mental health these days have been low. But, I will try my best to give you guys an entertaining story. It is my first time writing a book where the main characters get together after a few chapters. So I'm sorry if it feels like their relationship is...well, boring.

Ella said gently, though her own careful expression suggested she understood this particular uncertainty offered limited genuine comfort. “I know I fought him violently enough that our struggle apparently contributed directly to the aircraft’s catastrophic instability,” I said, my voice carrying raw, difficult guilt despite everything rational understanding suggested about the genuine necessity of my actions. “Whatever the final outcome actually proves to be, I understand my own choices played direct, significant role in creating that devastating crisis.”

I woke up out of a nap hearing commotion outside of my room. I tugged at my handcuffs to help me sit up a bit more. I yawned as quietly as I could. Then I slowly started focusing on the commotion outside the room. I heard a woman's voice. It was commanding and harsh. She was talking to a group of men. She was talking about a test subject. Test subject 504F that happened to be my code or whatever you wanted to call it. I heard her discussing with the men that a decision has been made to terminate that test subject. The test subject's powers are beyond what they expected and her powers were surpassing the tools they had to control it. So the test subject had to be terminated before it was out

And did I mention it's the same knife from which he carved my body with his initials? Within few seconds my mind come up with thousand of memories and possibilities that can happen right. Even though I had fair share of ideas and possibilities that more probably be my faith yet I wasn't so sure if which one was about to happen or if there are more scenarios that my mind cannot grape at. Though with the thousands of emotions and words colliding inside of my skull one thing was for sure and that was, I'm doomed... My apprehension about the nearby future about my faith was answered within seconds as he rested his Sharpe tiny knife against the sensitive flesh of my skin.

That woman's stupid perfume in the air. He thought I would forget everything that happened. He thought I was out of line for saying the truth. But he never gave a damn about my mother's memory. Just his pride. I sat there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, not thinking. Just... burning. Thank goodness Ella was not in the house. Ella is the one that my mom hired to take care of the house. She was not old or young, but she was in her late twenties. She's twenty nine now. Even though my mother died, she's always been here, taking care of the house without getting paid. She's more like an elder sister to me.