Ember Mclain Human Novels & Stories

Jim explained Just then, a handsome man with long blonde hair tied above his head walked in, dressed in a white coat He looked very handsome, like those models you see in magazines “Good evening, Director Jim. Good evening, Miss Valen,” he greeted respectfully “Ember, this is Isaac, your temporary assistant. He is an Alpha wolf, capable of protecting you. Ember looked at the handsome male doctor that doesn't look like one and smiled. She held out her hand “Hi. I'm Ember.

Ember Who am I? She asked. " I'm Ember Maze. Human woman. Born and raised in Tallahassee. My parents are human. I'm pretty sure I am too, though I have never started to exhibit powers until I came into contact with all four of my mates ", I told her. "That is because there is more to you than meets the eye, Ember" she says. Yea sure there is.

“I was little, yes. I have seen you in town before and you’re cute.” “My name is Henry. I am a trainee at the nearby guard post. The woman, my friend, is Kelanar. She is my training partner, and you will show her respect. You will return to our table and give her an apology, or I will report you to your boss. Do you understand?” says Henry in a tone you don’t argue with. “I understand, Sir.” Shelly looks terrified. Henry opens the door and goes back to Kelanar. They eat and wait for Shelly to show up.

"Research Dossier - Clara Mackay Full Name: Clara Mackay Lambert Date of Birth: April 22, 2002 Place of Birth: Edinburgh, Scotland Current Residence: Malibu, California, USA Family relationship: No living relatives registered. Civil Identity and Marital Status Marital status: Married Conjured: James Lambert Professional Background and Military Experience Military Service: Former member of the Scottish Armed Forces (Length of service: 1 year) Performance notes: Carried out mission with rigor and discipline; high adaptability in conflict scenarios Specialty: Advanced training in tactical combat and infiltration in high-risk areas Current Occupation Position: Field Operator - Mercenary

The more she offered the more Mercy made her drink. Emery has a high percentage tolerance for Alcohol, she was once her late father's personal secretary, and since he had issues with his lungs, at big events where the toast was with alcohol, Emery would drink on her father's behalf. She got accustomed to it and her body built a strong wall against alcohol, unknowingly giving her a high tolerance to it. After four cups of tequila, Camila was dead drunk. Emery gave a sinister smile, she took out the contract. “Miss Martins,” are you okay?” She tapped her slightly, they were all alone in the room. “I'm fine,” Camila smiled, struggling to keep herself awake.

‘Returning home again is clean water to my parched mouth; it is air, rich in oxygen, to my lungs as I gasp for breath.’ -unknown Killian Watching Ember and Affra kill Soren was like watching a weight being lifted from the world. It would be a much better place without him in it, and we could all thank her for being the strong woman she is. Without her, none of this would be possible.

“You don’t have to help her every time. You can just help her get over her feelings, but not give in your feelings.” “Yeah. I should have done that, but I can’t help it. That’s all.” “I understand.” Jack walked away and went to his car to get a smoke. As Emily got there the ICU nurse came out and said, "Family members for MacClare." Emily stated, “Here.” “Come on in with me, he’s ready to be seen.” Emily quickly walked in.

The lady said… “Yeah” Ameliah answered shortly, still not understanding why all these people were talking to her all of a sudden. “I’m Ember, nice to meet you…” the new maid said… “I’m Ameliah” Ameliah replied with a smile. “Gosh, you are so cute, and beautiful too, even though you are dressed as a maid. Imagine if you dressed like those elite” Ember said smiling “Shut up Ember!!” Chloe said and hit her head…

Like beautiful mannequins that had learned to speak. “Everyone, meet Emery,” Eleanor announced like she was presenting evidence. “Killian's... choice.” A man who looked like an older, softer version of Killian rose from his chair. “Richard Sinclair,” he said, offering his hand. “Killian's father.” “I have said this countless times, I will prefer you say stepfather,” Killian murmured. “Same thing,” Richard replied, but his eyes said otherwise. “Emery.” I shook his hand, noting how quickly he let go. “Nice to meet you.”

I had lost track of who was speaking and how their voices sounded. "You saw her by the boundary and the first place you thought to bring her was here? What if this is some Trojan horse plot?" The voice was young and bold, yet it commanded so much authority. "Who is she?" He asked again. "We don't know, sir, but…" the man was silent again. There was a ruffle. "But what, Maverick?" "Daxton says she looks like Hope Embers." There was a long beat of silence before I heard the man speak again. I needed to see who this man was. I struggled to open my eyes and noticed I was in a big hall.