Eden Emory Novels & Stories

When she was satisfied she backed away. Dad hung back a few feet. His face was deadly serious, which let me know he was mad. He just wasn't trying to show it. I really fucked up, it seems. "Ember Elizabeth Viseron." Not the full name. "Do you have any idea how worried we've been? You can't just leave at night and not let anyone know where you'll be. You aren't supposed to leave at night at all. Perhaps we've given you too much freedom." Mom started with the guilt trip.

I bit my tongue, after realizing what I just said, but carried on nonetheless, "l love to eat. That doesn't mean I don't watch what I eat. I also visit the gym frequently." He nodded, then stood up to clean up. "Let me handle this, after all, you placed the order." I said. When I was cleaning up, I heard him call room service to come to collect the table. A few minutes later, the hotel waiter came with a serving trolley to clean up. "So do you have your list", he asked out of the blue "List?" "The one you said mamma ask you to make." I was shocked he remembers. I replied coolly, "it's in my handbag. Do you want to go over it? Don't you have work to finish?"

He should have looked for another option to clear his parents’ names. “Emory is a beast that you should never be entrapped with. You should never tell him about you because he will expose you. Also, he’s already going out with the pack’s doctor. He had moved on, he doesn’t even care about your absence. It was a good thing that you escaped his plan the first time, please don’t go back to him the second time. This is my last and sincere wish, I don’t care if you kill me but please don’t go back to Emory” Jun added and I knew that he wasn’t lying at the point.

Emory was trying to tell me something, his agitation simmering. "This scent... it's like a distant memory, Drake. It's triggering something deep inside me," Emory whispered. "Are they your mom's?" Eve asked, watching me closely. "I think so," I replied, feeling a wave of emotions. "Emory is losing it." As we continued to sift through the box, I came across a few more items that seemed to belong to a tiny female. There were delicate dresses, a small pair of shoes, and even a few handwritten letters. Emory's restlessness grew with each discovery.

, Lena said to Dawn, a couple of hours later, pushing away the file she’d been skimming through “all these words are starting to blur together” “Theres no need”, Dawn said looking up from the page she had been reading “I know where Mathew Drummond is buried”. “Where?” Lena asked, leaning over to read the paper. “’Ravenhill Cemetery’”, Dawn read aloud “’In a grave marked with his initials MD’”. “That’s it?” Lena questioned “there aren’t any other markings or writing on it?” “I’m afraid not”, Dawn answered. She looked up at her friend “you didn’t think it was going to be easy, did you?” she teased.

They were in their best attire, and the dusty air blended with the aroma of different delicacies that circulated the whole place. Ejima brushed through the people, feeling embarrassed that she was underdressed. Curiosity was the only thing that propelled her feet. She wanted to be sure that Kelechi—Nneamaka’s son—made it successfully to the initiation. She would go back home and dress up afterward. She even had a gift for him. A little sword she had bought from the Afor market.

Hence why he would have thrived in the NHL. After no one wins because that game could last forever we pack it up and all decide we should just head to bed now. Emerson disappears with Tate. “Since they died, Em always made an effort to tuck her in. Even when she came home late or went to college she would face time Tate just to say good night. She has the biggest heart and loves so many people with it. I love her even more her for looking after Tate, being the best big sister to her and little sister to us. She knows what Tate needs and there are so many things I couldn’t help with and I know she wants to be that for Tate. She’s going to make an amazing mom some day.” Damien says coming up b

"That CD,does it contains every details of Emeryk step to his current position" "Do you want to become a vice president or drug dealer?" Mary query with knitted brow " If it does contains that Emeryk is ruined" "That's what I need,but honestly I don't think Emeryk killed Debra,why? He kills respectfully that I noticed but Debra was dumped inside a lagoon"

Apparently not. "I'm good with whatever. Just can't seem to get over how amazing this place is. I mean, do you guys eat out of golden plates or something?" Ezekiel asked and flung the fridge door closed. I snorted in response, not being able to keep the humour from my face. "Fuck no! Sometimes Emory doesn't want to do the dishes on her night to cook and clean, so she gives us paper plates. Even Julian drinks blood from a plastic cup sometimes." I admitted, laugh vibrating my chest.

My mind spun like a loaded chamber. “What about Emery?” he asked finally. “You going to tell her everything?” “She already knows too much.” “That’s not an answer.” I stared out the window. “The truth would break her.” “Or make her stronger.” I didn’t respond. Because deep down, I knew Dante was right. ** Back at the penthouse, I found Emery sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. The headlines were brutal. From Victim to Vixen: Emery Sinclair’s Rapid Rise in High Society