Eden Emory Novels & Stories

All three of them are annoyingly handsome and total players. Devin changed for the better. He better have, or I’ll castrate him with my bare hands if he makes my sister cry again. “Miss Reed.” Emma, my personal assistant, entered my office. Her baby bump protruding proudly while she holds a bunch of folders in her hands. “Yeah?” I sipped the last of my coffee, set down the cream-colored mug, looking up at my P.A. “The three applicants are ready.” She handed me the stack of papers she’s holding.

"A baby, born to this life. Come on, Karl. How would you feel having me follow you everywhere, heavy with child?" Now, she was educating him, and she was correct. "I see your point," Karl said. "It's a bitter drink," Lexi said. "Hence, why I asked if you desire something more than this. I know you can afford it. I read today that the Night Witch is the third richest mercenary group on the continent."

com, the email address she sent to from last night. “Holy crap.” She muttered as she clicked on it as her hand was shaking in excitement as she read the response from the person she emailed: From: eosb_zchaos@g***l.com To: florenceemry@g***l.com Subject: Permission To Conduct Interview For College Project Dear Miss Florence Emry, Thank you for reaching out and expressing your interest in interviewing me for your journalism project I am happy to discuss my experiences at the prestigious Empire of Spencer & Battenkurt and my perspective on the current economic landscape. I believe that open dialogue is crucial for understanding complex issues, and I am always willing to share my insights.

Kinshra said. “That’s why you sent him to get me back to Broiia, right?” Emory asked, smiling when her aunt nodded. “I get it now. But I don’t know where he is. He left without telling me.” Her aunt gave her a knowing look. “I’m sure he’s in the city,” she said. Emory grunted as she walked over to one of the shelves to calm herself. She found solace in the familiar scent of the books, allowing them to transport her to a calmer place where she could take a few moments to collect herself.

I pat him a couple of times on the back, glad to have such close friends that have resources different enough from mine to cover all of our bases. We walk through the front door to his building, side by side. “Yeah, I have to know what’s going on with Emory. You saw the rundown in the group chat, right? She didn’t think much of it because she was already running high on adrenaline, but it must be a weird feeling if you didn’t grow up with it.” Deek nods his agreement.

Jems whispered in shock the moment she saw him. “That’s Mr. Reynolds, the CEO of Evercrest Group. Have you guys met?” Emily asked, surprised that Jems knew him. “He’s my classmate,” Jems answered, stunned. “Oh, wow, that’s good! How’s your relationship with him?” Emily asked. “Not the best, honestly,” Jems muttered. Ethan started his speech.

Author Emory had fainted days ago, and yet, he wondered why it was now that Jews of his fainting had began to spark more than it should have. Some students said he collapsed because he hadn’t eaten. Others claimed it was PTSD from “the incident last year,” though none of them knew what the incident was, only that it had been serious enough for the Council to shut down public records. A few whispered things far darker, curse, possession, trauma so deep it seeped through his bloodstream.

Em Emory? Em laughed to herself. Aspen turned around and found Em.. she mouthed the word ‘Emory ??’ Em snorted and held up her hands … she had no idea. She should’ve asked him what his middle name was. Emory and Emerson… The crowd went wild. Cheers erupted. People were yelling and whistling. She had to admit the mood and the wildness of the place made her feel excited. She understood the pull.

“Did Jerome send you? they knew all along that I was here" The figure smirked, a chilling smile that sent a chill down Coyle's spine. "Oh and they didn’t sell Eva to slaves, they only promoted her and gave her a more promising mission, you'll find out soon enough. But here's a warning—Emma's life will never be the same again. The organization has big plans, and she's at the center of it all and I pity you because Emma will be the one to end you."

she vows, taking out her phone. “Hello, Fab,” she says as soon as the other end connects. “Hi, baby. How are you doing?” Fabulous? asked the other end. “I want some information on Mark Camfrey and his mother.” Fab needed not to ask more. “Onnit,” Emeilia sighs in relief, placing her mobile on the nightstand. “I have been overly weak, and it is time we get this show running.” Emilia closes her eyes, and soon, sleep drifts her away. In Fredrick Camfrey's home office, Kelvin Glen stands shivering like a mouse soaked in cold water.