Eden Emory Novels & Stories

With only one nod from her, she kept her distance. With a simple nod, she looked down and walked past her as she gripped the bag of coins and slipped the letter up to her sleeves to keep it safe. Just when she was about to open the door, Emery spoke. “I just recently regained my memories, but I still pretend to have amnesia for my own reasons. And just for you to know, it won’t be easy to kill me so there is no need to worry about that. Just leave this empire and take care of yourself.”

I need to make a plan. What do I do now Emerald? I reach out to her. She whimpers. She’s been pretty sulky ever since I rejected Wesley. She replies by flashing me the image of those kind brown eyes again. Those aren’t Wesley’s eyes? I guess I’ll find out in about a week when Emerald can help me see. Ash’s POV

Chapter 1 Em Em was in her dance studio at her house. She was practicing a new routine for the upcoming competition she was in with her team at Tush. She had missed the last one, because she was recovering from a horrible wreck. For this next one.. she was doing two dances. One dance was a solo, and the other was with her group.

She just knows how to treat him right and he was here for it. Austin first met Emery at an exclusive charity gala hosted by one of his high-profile clients. As a renowned fashion designer, he was often invited to such events, where the city's elite gathered to see and be seen. That night, Emery had arrived in a stunning black gown that caught Austin's eye immediately. She radiated confidence and elegance, yet there was a hint of sadness in her eyes that intrigued him.

Firm. "You are here where you belong," he breathed. "With me." She wished she could trust him. But something in her recoiled. The next morning, Vladimir summoned the doctor again. The man asked Emereah questions quietly, his expression calm as he asked her gently inquiring questions regarding her memory. "Your name?" "E-Emereah." "Do you know where you are from?" She had shaken her head slowly. "No… I only know what he's told me." The physician glanced over at Vladimir and nodded solemnly. "She remembers none of the past."

Shelly was quickly surrounded by her bridesmaids, while I mingled among the guests, playing the part of the happy, soon-to-be groom. I swept my gaze across the crowd and saw Russell. Dressed in an expensive tailored suit, he raised his glass toward Shelly from across the room with a meaningful smirk. Shelly's cheeks flushed slightly as she met his gaze and secretly shot a look back at him. Just then, Mr. Hartman sidled up to me with a smile. "Emory, why didn't your parents come?" "They're busy with the redevelopment matters back in their hometown," I replied calmly. He lowered his voice, a hint of urgency beneath his words, "Emory, about the wedding gift, apartment, and car we discussed earl

‘Everyone you will ever meet knows something you don’t. -Bill Nye Ember The next morning, after breakfast, Wren showed me around the pack village. I got to meet the business owners and looked around the area. Each person I was introduced to, Wren, would tell them that I was Luna Ember. Everyone greeted me with a smile and shook my hand. They were all eager to talk to me and tell me about what they did. I didn’t meet one grumpy person and that said a lot about what was going on here.

Rachel mused something incoherent, but I heard her snore immediately after it, so I assumed she was deeply asleep again. I turned my gaze back to Emory's journal, my fingers trembling as they traced the worn out cover and opened it again. But there wasn't anything else for me to read. No goodbye, no sense of an ending. It felt like she had given up on writing it—on registering her misery. There was one last piece of paper attached to it though. I grabbed it and unfolded it carefully. Emory's expulsion letter felt like it weighed tons in my hands. The words were clinical, devoid of any humanity.

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?”

[Hello, Em…] "Dad! What happened? Why…why is Ethan in the company? Why is he the CEO? Dad, I worked hard on that position!" I couldn't help but angrily lash out on him because I couldn't accept it. I even sold myself to get the company back and now it fell on that douchebag's hands? I can't believe this. [Now is the time to give your brother a chance, Em—] "He's not my brother, dad!" [Emery, he is your brother! And why do you still want to be the CEO of our company? You're already married to a rich man. You didn't even tell me that it's Terrence Gray you married and not Mr. Jones. You lied to me.]