Emerald X Lars Novels & Stories

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

He stepped closer to her and she frowned, thinking what gave him so much confidence to step closer to her. She was about to walk away, but Larson grabbed her wrist. She looked at him like a wounded tigress. "Who gave you the permission to touch me, you lowlife?" She growled at him. "Your master!" He smirked, tightening his hold on her wrist. "I have permission to make you my slave for tonight..." "Egon can never do that!" She gritted. "Sadly, he did!" He shrugged. Emerald's blood started boiling, she wasn't expecting him to step so low. Disgust crawled in her body when Larson pulled her closer by twisting her wrist. She was seeing red, her eyes fell on the sword hanging on the wall of antiqu

She has straight shoulder-length black hair and dark blue hazel-coloured eyes. “Hi, my name is Emerald,” I tell them. “That is the coolest name. Is it because of your eyes?” Draven asks. “Yeah, mom and dad tell me that they are the color of emeralds,” I say. “Here comes trouble.” Lyra snorts.

Freya said. After sighing and exhaling many times, she finally nodded firmly. "Alright. Let's do it." Atla and Freya looked at each other with proud smiles. Neither of them knew that Elena was a young tycoon. She wanted to make a friend who was sincere to her regardless of what she had. "Call me Lars. Narve is my nickname. It's actually my last name." "Elena." They shook hands. It turned out that Lars wasn't as scary as she had imagined. He didn't seem as judgmental or mean-spirited as she often saw in Lucas' eyes.

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Emerald started crying, “A crying girl! A loser!” “Stop crying right this minute. Now! Wipe your face. Remove those tear stains. Put some makeup there. Fix your face. Right now, Em.” Emerald started fixing her makeup like a robot, “Put some loose powder. A bold lip color!” Emerald did what she was told, when she was done, she gave her image a once over. “Cass!” “I am here, Em.” Emerald did not want to admit it. But she could now see a beautiful girl with big emerald green eyes.

Emerald couldn’t help but think of Alaric, who could effortlessly lift her with one hand. Alaric hadn’t been in touch recently, and she had no idea where he was. But that morning, she saw a post on his social media—a single word: "Sunrise," accompanied by a photo of green mountains, free from towering buildings. Where could he have gone? When Emerald entered the car, Iris waved from the front and opened the back door. A man sat there, dressed in a black jacket and heavy hiking boots. His face was hidden beneath a black hat, shielding him from the sun.

Her precious Emerald is her life and she will die if ever someone will take her away. =Sarsi=

bs and my mood turns cold. I try my hardest to turn my emotions off, after all its just sex. Why should this bother me, it won’t be the first time I’ve done it without it being my choice. I open my eyes and coldly stare at Mark. I walk toward him with my face emotionally blank. I stop inches away from where he sits with his eyes glued to me. Reaching behind my back, I pulled the string that is holding my shirt up. As my blood red top falls to the floor, I kept my eyes on Mark. I watch as he stares at my bare breasts and felt a little more in control of the situation when his mouth dropped open. I move toward him and placed my legs on each side of his legs in a straddled position never takin

Although, Lars did remember Edwin told him there were allied mythfolks assisting him along. With a heavy heart, Lars let go of Hymeno and returned to the penthouse with Edwin. Lars didn't talk much since then and just watched the skyline of Al Tarf washed by the golden glow of sunset. He held out the purple diamond of Len's memento, caressing its smooth resin surface. "I'm sorry, Lars. Are you alright?" Edwin said, approaching Lars from behind. Lars smiled briskly. "I feel like I'm turned into a Scion in a really wrong time."