Ember Mclain Human Novels & Stories

“Observing his skills, he thought Richard would be a fit as his personal doctor.” “Richard?” “That’s his name. Dr Richard Clark,” I state. “He must be pretty old,” she says. “And experienced,” I lean my head back. “He will treat you in the best way possible.” “I trust your plans,” she smiles. In half an hour the driver pulls over a curb, and the next second I open the door and pop out of the car along with her. Shutting the door behind us we approach the concrete ramp, walking upon it I push the transparent entrance door open, striding in with Emily.

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

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.