Ember Mclain Human Novels & Stories

What a fine name for a weird man" I muttered in a low voice but the woman heard me and smile. " Mr Mikel is a good man, he might be into all sort of dirties but one thing I know about him is that he does really respect women a lot, if you take your time to study him, you will know he is such a Goodman" she says. " I don't think I want to know such man that buys human being and made them his property"I said. " I am Clara and I am the one assigned to be more like your personal assistant if you need anything, if you need anything just call me but for now I will be in your room to help you figure out what to wear and you can send me anything" she says.

“I'll give you the benefit of doubt that you didn't hear what I said. If you're not gone from here in a minute, Roman Adams, I'll shoot you and the minion standing next to you…” Right on cue, the door opened, revealing Clinton, the young man who had been McLean's right-hand man when he had still been alive. Clinton's face softened as soon as he saw me. During McLean's reign, he had been present in some of our visits. McLean and I had been friends and had done business together. He was a man I respected, even in death. “Let them come in please. Mr Adams…” he took my hand in a firm handshake. “I'm sorry for any inconvenience caused. Please, come into my office…”

Emily's POV. I nodded frantically, my pulse quickening as I followed the receptionist through the winding corridors of the building. Halfway through, a young lady dressed in a crisp, navy suit, walked up to us. "Excuse me, you are Miss Emily, am I right?" I nodded at her with a smile. "Oh my! I've been on my toes in expectation!" She squealed. "I'm Claire, Sir Adrian's personal assistant." My eyes snapped open. "Oh really? It's nice to finally meet you,"

We’re racing towards Cohen’s pack a moment before I hear Clovis’ large paws land behind me. ‘Clint, Riley, Mom, Dad, stay and protect the pack,” Emerson says in the mind link. Then he begins listing off the warriors that he wants to follow us. Minka doesn’t spare a moment of time to stop and let the others catch up. Our twin, our family, is in trouble.

“I’m not sure I understand... Is Isla real?” Kael hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “She was Ember’s nurse at Southridge. The one who stayed with her during the worst of it—the one Ember kept dreaming about before she finally woke up.” Chloe blinked, her surprise evident. “Wait—Isla is real?” Kael nodded, affirmation solidifying in his gut. “Very real.” “She’s human,” Ronan added quietly, his hand instinctively stroking Chloe’s as if to offer comfort. Kael turned his gaze to Ronan, his tone steady. “So is your wife.”

The hands were around him, and he was raised to his feet. "I'm sorry." He quickly apologised before he raised his eyes to see who helped him. His eyes almost rolled out of their sockets when he saw his boss. There stood Claire Emir, the sole heir of Emir-Entertainment. She was a beauty with long brown hair, her face was oval, making her jaw sharp and shaped. Her eyes were green, and her eyelashes were fixed into a little long one. Her nails were painted black, and she was clad in a black suit jacket and a pair of trousers. The jacket had a deep V-neck on her chest, putting her fairness and smoothness on view.

We’re racing towards Cohen’s pack a moment before I hear Clovis’ large paws land behind me. ‘Clint, Riley, Mom, Dad, stay and protect the pack,” Emerson says in the mind link. Then he begins listing off the warriors that he wants to follow us. Minka doesn’t spare a moment of time to stop and let the others catch up. Our twin, our family, is in trouble.

"I've only got ten days of leave this time, and after that there's recurrent training and a line check. Emma, if you want to dig up old grievances, can you pick another time?" "I'm not digging up old grievances. I'm just wondering how long it takes to put together a full set of simulator debrief materials, a recommendation letter, and a defense video." The living room went quiet. Ethan's face finally changed. "You went through my flight case?" "I was packing your luggage. The waterproof pouch fell out on its own." "That's training material." The words came fast but steady, like he'd had an explanation ready all along. "Claire's the first officer I'm mentoring. She's pushing for international

After everything that had happened, trust came difficult. "Pardon my rudeness," he said, straightening. "Marcus Elias, Beta and second in command of the Sterling Creek Pack, at your service. We hope you can help us." He bowed again, and Emma caught the flash of pain that crossed his features as he moved—a tightening around the eyes, a momentary clenching of his jaw. Emma nodded politely in return. "Emma Adams, Neurosurgeon and Healer," she said, deliberately omitting any mention of her research. "I am also at your service." Despite herself, she found she already liked Marcus, with his odd mixture of formality and sincerity.

However, the commotion outside started to become loud and if Claire couldn't convince Ellen to stay away from Mila, then it was very likely that her best friend would be hurt. "Tell me what happened?" Aaric urged Claire, he really hated this situation where someone seemed to be keeping a secret and was hesitating. “How can you tell that Mila is a non- human being?” Claire took a deep breath and her gaze was drawn toward the large window behind Aaric and Mila. She knew it was only a matter of time before the special forces members managed to get into the house and arrest Mila. "I am a member of that special forces," Claire admitted. "I am trained to distinguish between non- human beings, espe