Em Forster Novel Novels & Stories

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

/* AS THE NAME SAYS. IT’S TABOO. IT’S FF BUT I WON’T MIND IF ANYONE FINDS IT ODD. DONT HATE ME. I WOULD RESPECT YOUR CRITICISM. BUT PLEASE DONT JUDGE ME OR COMMENT HARSH. PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF YOU DONT LIKE IT */ ***** "Fletcher, are you going somewhere". Emery asked watching him coming downstairs. He was dress up in black jeans and black shirt and jacket. He was wearing his jewelry, rings, ear studs and chains. After a long time.

"He's so tall. Like a giant. But a nice giant. And he has gray eyes just like me. And he knows everything about dinosaurs. He said he has a collection of real fossils. Real ones, Mommy. Not models." "That's very impressive, sweetheart." "And he asked if I could come to their house for a playdate. He said he would talk to you about it. Can I go, Mommy? Please?" "We'll see, baby. We'll see." Imogen set down her bag and collapsed onto the couch beside them. "Who's Emory's dad?" "Some businessman," Clara said. "He came to the school yesterday to meet Colt. Apparently he's very tall and has gray eyes and knows about dinosaurs."

She then opened her online novel app and checked the notification for the latest episode update of the ongoing novel she was following. Suddenly, Emily burst into laughter as she began to read the romantic comedy novel. Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, her beautiful eyes followed along. Reading romantic comedy novels was always a mood booster for Emily. Besides enjoying the fantasy, Emily also gleaned moral lessons from them. For her, reading was not just about entertainment but also about capturing the positive side, which was the main goal of every writer.

“Don’t forget to bring some treats. I’m sure the other packs would appreciate your gifts!” As Ambrose dematerialised, Emily stood dumbly in the kitchen. The fridge door was still wide open, so she closed it, feeling as if she had aged ten years from the brief encounter with the mysterious Fenrir. Exhausted, even if it wasn't even time for dinner, Emily dragged herself to the living room to check on the boys’ homework.

Another one named Jeremy came in with a bright smile. He was a beautiful lad. He had orange hair, brown bright gazes…. Why does Landon have such beautiful people around him? Are they actually his friends? They seem like individuals from rich families and he seemed a lot happier around them. He came to me with a handshake. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Jeremy.” I handshake him as well. “I’m Larisa. It’s nice to meet you too.” Everyone was so freaking nice to me. They all kept practicing for what I couldn’t clearly understand.

“That’s awesome! I’d like to see that one to know if I can break his neck.” A smirk curved in my lips. “His neck’s worth breaking.” She shot an eyebrow up. “Oh! Worse than Matt Forster, huh?” “I don’t know but I think Matt Foster is not that bad, Em.” She scoffed. “Here comes the kind heroine.” “Emily, I’m just stating what I feel,” I said laughing. She rolled her eyes. “Whatever! Why don’t we just roam around and check the hacienda you’re going to manage soon?”

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

She's my life! Sophia's face flushed red. Just then, headlights swept across the restaurant's facade, and a sleek, black Mercedes pulled to a stop. A man stepped out, leaning against the car door. It was Mateo.

she said with a bright smile. I froze. She cooked? She hadn’t cooked in years... not since she got pregnant. “I made Potato and Mushroom Stew,” she added, her voice almost too eager. My throat tightened. That dish... it became my favorite after Patricia first made it for me. No one had ever cooked it better than her. Could Rose really make it taste as good as Patricia’s? “Isn’t Rose such a sweet girl?” Mum said, smiling proudly. “She made your favorite dish.” “She’s such a blessing to this family. She’s everything Patricia was not,” Lucy said, her face twisting as if even saying the name disgusted her.