Ember Mclain Human Novels & Stories

He asked after a while. Maria signaled to Emily to stand on her feet and she did. "Good. You'll be in charge of that documentary." Mr. Clinton dropped the bombshell. "Nde?" Emily stuttered. Stephanie smirked from where she sat. Rachel stole a glance at her and twitched her lips, so Stephanie did it, after all. She smirked too. "Are you deaf or something?" Mr. Clinton sneered. "But Sir, she's new here" Maria put in.

"Mind If I take a look in your pond awhile, I promise not to break it if I can help it." The bartender nodded slightly and everyone got into place. "Clive Taylor," said Brick moving right to the small chubby man, wearing a dirty brown shirt and faded blue jeans with a prominent bald spot in the middle of his head, who had been the most nervous about their being in the bar. "I know some folks been lookin' for ya."

He really missed Zuno. He was about to leave the room but he noticed something. “This guy, why did he leave his computer open?” He asked himself. Klayton walked there and stood in front of Zuno’s computer to turn off it, but since Zuno’s computers and laptops were in sync, Klayton saw something. His eyes widened. “What is this?” Klayton asked. He saw something unusual. He was so shocked and saw some new data about Mingchan. ‘Mingchan – starting to show real emotions, he remembers his first owner after the incident. He’s like a real human now.’ Klayton was shaking his head. “No..” He mumbled.

Claire continued… “I have two Personalities, as you have witnessed now. The one who was harsh and furious earlier was Scarlett, but she preferred to be called Red. She is the strongest and the one who always fights and protects me. The second one, who just helped you with your company contract, is Mia. She's a genius who can solve anything when it comes to studies. She understands several languages. So understanding and solving the problem with your contract is nothing for her. I don't think there's something she doesn't know.” Claire said with a smile, indicating how proud she was of her two personalities. “Since when did they become part of you?” Ethan asked her again.

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,"

m. The voice was gone. The console had gone dark. But Ember stood motionless, hands shaking above the keyboard. The name on the final decrypted line still glowed behind her eyes: > MORROW Echo-class override clone. Classified: Perfect obedience. Emotional deletion successful. Not a copy. A clean slate. Her face, her voice, her body without the guilt. Without the trauma. Without the love. The version Rafael always wanted. She moved to the whiteboard wall she used to sketch kill orders. Maps. Codes.

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.