Emerald X Lars Novels & Stories

Lindy speaks strictly. Emerald shakes her head sideways as she stands firmly and exclaims a loud, "Dad!” Her fists clench as she feels so angry. “Are you punishing me by forcing me to go to some random place to... to find myself?! To become a regular person?! I am not a regular person. I am Emerald Beckett! Daughter of the legendary Milo and Lindy Becket!!" "Are those the words you say to people to threaten them so they can follow all the things you say, huh Em?!" Milo placed his hands on his waists. "Huh, young lady?!"

Lana rushed out of the office assuming he grew sick. Meanwhile, Lars turned away from the table and his body slammed in the wall. Placing his one hand over the wall he supported the shivering silhouette. “That scent!” His eyes glowed red and canines elongated, skin turned pale whitish. “Svetlana’s scent feels like hers.” Shaking his head, Lars slumped on the floor as a soft sob echoed.

“I had a feeling that you are somehow related to him. I told Mr. Landers about you, and I really want to know, so can you let me have your DNA test?” “For what?” “For being Mr. Landers’ daughter.” “What? Are you crazy? I have my parents and family!” “Who are not good to you and never treated you like one. That is according to my investigation. I’m sorry if I must look into your life, but I stumbled upon it while searching for Ms. Ember. I know it was hard to digest everything I was telling you, but believe it or not, and I'm really sorry because I am excited about this. I will also be very happy if what my instinct tells me turns out to be the truth.” Emerald was quiet for a moment. Yes, nev

"They've primarily been raised in European packs, though they visit regularly. Emerald has been groomed as a potential diplomatic liaison between the American and European branches of Riverwood." "That explains her diplomatic skills," Axel observed, recalling how effortlessly Emerald had handled various social situations since his arrival. Luka nodded, a fond smile touching his lips. "Emerald has always been the peacemaker. Amali the passionate one. And Allischa..." "The ambitious one," Axel finished, remembering Clay and James's warning. "Precisely," Luka confirmed, his expression growing more serious. "Which brings me to something I wanted to discuss with you. I noticed Allischa's interest

Emily exclaimed, completely shocked to encounter one of her crushes in person. Emily was a devoted fan of the six precious gems in Elite, knowing their names and their stories, basically everything about them. But her biggest crush was Thorian, which worried me, as he was also nearby, though he hadn't noticed her yet. "You know me?" Lukas asked nervously, chuckling a bit and running his fingers through his hair, seeming a tad shy. "Of course, I know you! Who doesn't know the six precious gems of Elite?" Emily's voice was filled with excitement and curiosity, likely wondering why he was here.

My men were already surrounding us, guns drawn, pushing us toward the exit on the side of the building. Emery stumbled once — I caught her — and for a second, our eyes locked. This wasn’t control. This was war. And I would not let her become collateral. We made it back to the estate under lockdown. Paramedics. Armed guards. Mel was there, shouting into her phone, coordinating press suppression. But I didn’t hear any of it. Not really. Not until I found Emery pacing in the room, her hands shaking, her eyes wild. “You need to stop this,” she said the moment she saw me.

Larissa took the three pieces of priceless emerald and stuffed them into Ambrose's palm as if offering treasures. Her face was full of excitement and asked, "Mister, make a guess. How much do you think I spent on all these? 100 thousand! What a bargain. Mr. Stonehart is probably furious. Haha!" Ambrose stared at Larissa without blinking. As for the invaluable emerald in his hand, he was reluctant to even glance at them.

He didn’t want to be a creepy asshole or the womanizer people seemed to judge him for being, but damn, that girl had great legs. And not only legs, but also waist and hands and shoulders, that smile, and those collarbones. However, what bothered Ramsay most were those eyes. Those incredible emerald eyes of hers seemed to be so full of life and joy. The ones that hid something deeper behind them. The ones that he could see through, but not completely. Those eyes were constantly in his thoughts. Emmie. Emmie. Breathing her name as a curse, Ramsay rolled his eyes and shut the lid of his laptop before walking towards the door. The name of the pretty waitress flew around his brain the whole way t

The actor playing the centipede monster was no longer moving. “Who are you?” Graham and the crew turned back around, staring at the green-haired man with frightened eyes. The man chuckled and flipped his palm over to reveal a jade-green dagger, a tool that looked like it came out of a game. Blood was still dripping from the blade. He spoke in a peculiar accent, “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Emerald Devil, placed number fourteen in the world’s assassin’s ranking.” After that, Emerald Devil directed an infatuated gaze to Snow, speaking in a tone laced with excitement and longing, “Who knew that the little bunny with a bounty of eighteen billion dollars on the dark web was so pretty

"I'm sorry, Ember. I didn't mean to be a part of your private conversation, but Ash was just so nervous. My name is Layla. I'm Larminiel's daughter." "Well shit, Ash. Way to keep a sister informed. It's nice to meet you, Layla. Meet Dex." She said and I heard some fumbling and light arguing before Dex's voice came through. "Hello Layla. Hey, Ash. Sorry she made me." He chuckled. Seems Ember and I were both nervous to talk to one another. "We're mate less, but not alone." I whispered, but she heard me. "I didn't think of that. Ash I hope you know that if I ever run into that mate again I may beat her to pulp and I'll need you to make sure I don't get killed in an elf war. Okay?" She joked.