Eden Emory Novels & Stories

SEBASTIAN “Calm down Sebastian!” Emory yelled once more as I flung another vase at the wall. Emory was my Beta and second in command. He was also one of my closest and most trusted friends, and for the past ten minutes, he had been trying to get me to sit down and relax, as he put it. “Calm down? You want me to calm down? How can you ask me to fucking do that when my wife is missing and no one in this fucking place can tell me where she is!?”

"Today, we return to basics. Rank advancement trials begin in three weeks, and half of you have spent so much time on dramatic crises that your fundamentals have gone soft." A small cluster of first-years had gathered in the yard, Sera realized, more than usual, drawn perhaps by curiosity after everything that had happened, or perhaps simply because ordinary lessons continued regardless of council votes and hidden chambers and armed house guards at the gates. "Ember rank requires sustained control across multiple simultaneous demands," Oren continued, addressing the gathered students. "Not simply holding one flame steady, as Spark rank tests, but managing several competing tasks while mainta

Once she was gone, Emmett asked, "What are you going to do about the Evermores?" "They run a small company, not big enough to survive bankruptcy." "No, Winter," Emelia said sharply. "You will not bankrupt them! Evelyn and Maddy have been friends since they were children. This is unacceptable." "That’s right," Winter scoffed. "You spoil her too much." "Me?! Am I the one who gave her a private jet for her 10th birthday? Or a summer house in Hawaii for her 8th? Am I the one who spoiled her?!"

she thought to herself. For Emery, all she needed was an ally from the inside, someone who would give her direct access into the C.E.O office and that of Nick who happens to be the manager. Emery took slow, measured steps as she approached the chubby guy standing near the parking lot. He had his phone in hand, typing rapidly with a distracted expression. He reminded her so much of the nerds in school who were extremely brilliant but always got bullied.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

On a crisp November morning, the inaugural assembly of the new Ember Circle convened in the renovated great hall of Montrose and Vale Estates its walls hung with Isabelle’s sketches from Prague and Bellford, each a testament to rediscovered history. Representatives from art, academia, and clergy gathered in a wide semicircle; at its center, a brazier held a single silver blue ember that pulsed like a heartbeat.

My heartbeat begins to quicken and before I can stop it I’m eight years old again. One thing that I have always found very weird is that when I have these flashback, I don’t feel the pain that I must have endured. I have these little clips in time but not the memory of the pain. Instead, I feel the emotions that I felt the terror and sorrow that I was in. I felt happy at first. It was a boring day at home. I was playing in my room shaving the hair off of my barbies and designing new outfits for them out of some of my old clothes. I had always been an odd duck and never much of a girl. I liked playing in the mud and playing sports. One this particular day I was still in my pajamas because nob

“Do you have everything?” Emery’s mom was helping her carry down some of the stuff that she needed to take to the dormitory. The past three weeks since graduation had passed in a blur. Mrs. Warden was trying hard to control her emotions, but this was the first time her daughter would be away from home for a prolonged time.

Mia gave her a look "Don't call my beautiful cat a thing. His name is Eth" "Eth?" Elle asked sitting up on the bed. "Yes, Eth. As in Ethan" Mia replied while stroking the cat's body. Elle sighed and pointed at the door "Get out!". Mia glared at her "Aren't you forgetting something miss CEO?" Elle gave her a questioning look "What is it? Anything I don't know of?" Mia facepalmed herself "God Elle, don't tell me you've forgotten about the shopping today". Elle looked at Mia like she suddenly grew two heads "Go away Mia" Elle laid back on the bed.

I covered my forehead with my palm waiting for the goddamned music being played to fvcking end! The car moves forward a bit and stopped again. It is really going to be a long night. "Well, damnit,my speaker developed a cold feet but we got a new one in! How about we flip the pages now? Winslow Miguel! Yea,yea,we can hear your screams,our dear listeners. Who is WM? He's the first billionaire on the list which has been updated thrice in this week,but guess what?! He is still topping it! He is really like the toppings on cake that never changes!