Ember Mclain Human Novels & Stories

Penelope was stunned as her excitement was all gone. Did that mean she had to be a homewrecker for the rest of her life?! Back in the mansion, the third wine bottle had been emptied and the red liquid stained Caleb’s shirt, revealing the strong muscles hidden underneath. The man stumbled to the ground. His expression was blank despite his red eyes. Once back from the hospital, he called the director, Maeve. Ember had passed the interview and signed a contract with the hospital that she would become a resident four years later. Ember had already planned to leave. She had prepared a way out without showing any signs of it.

V. I felt Clyde remove his grip on my thigh and grasp my hand tightly. "Pardon?" I said to Mar Eun, who spoke earlier. His hair is dark blue and you think his jaw has literally outgrown a face. He's white but he doesn't really look human-like. He just mocked me even though I asked him to repeat the stupidity he had. I grinned back at him and raised an eyebrow. I gave her a blank stare from head to toe until I stopped looking at her crotch area. I suddenly smiled and then tilted my head to keep looking at him—again—from the crotch area to his feet.

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.

I hated my inefficiency and cluelessness but here I was feeling everything I hated and had once buried. Adrian returned swiftly with the news I needed to hear. “Dr. McClain is on her way sir, 15 minutes.” I gave a curt nod and fixed my gaze more intensely on Lucia. To my relief,she moved slightly,her lips trembling as though even in unconsciousness her problems wouldn't leave her. I sighed. I didn't like this at all - this weird urge to free her of her pain like I was Jesus Christ. The sound of low heels against marbled floors signaled Dr. MacClain’s arrival. The physician,a middle aged female with years of rehearsed calm, carried her pink case into the room nodding respectfully.