Novel & Cerita Emergency Fanfiction

She said, giving Ember her phone. Ember's eyes widened in shock as soon as she saw what it was. It was Dean, who posted letters and he said that they were from Ember to him, and surprisingly the handwriting matched hers. "What? I never wrote such letters to him, someone forged my handwriting." She said. "They aren't going to stop now are they?" She asked. It sounded more like she was asking herself. Ember knew deep down that that was only the beginning, the worst things were yet to come and even if she wanted to prepare for it, it would be hard because Karen was better than she was before and she had planned everything out so well and it was going to be hard to prepare for such.

Imagining their already/almost dead body being displayed on the fields as atrocious beings, Dina felt their ending shouldn’t be like this. If she restarted all her reviews would be negative and being promoted would become something almost unachievable! “DAMN!” she was so flustered that she didn’t know when she broke out of character but they were in too much trouble to even care. “There is a way,” Genad suddenly called out to Feral amidst the chaos. “The fountain answers all prayers and if I can pray hard enough for the gates of heaven to open it might just.” “But master you’ll…” “It’s alright. It’s not like we have a choice, any more stress, and the guardian will turn back then escape would

Why couldn't I reach her? At the thought that my wolf may have faded back into dormancy, I started to trash. That couldn't happen. Images my brain had tried to smother all these while flashed through my mind at an alarming pace. They were vastly different, but most of them had one startling similarity. Alpha Marcus. My throat constricted on a scream that quickly turned into a feral growl. I just had time to head the ripping of fabric and see the apologetic expression on Lucas face, before I felt a sharp sting on the exposed skin of my thigh.

Chapter 64 War Sam's face lit up with hope as he found her laptop under the broken bed, but it was locked with a password. *Niklaus, I found her laptop! What's her password?* Sam pleaded, his voice filled with urgency. Within seconds, Niklaus was by his side, his eyes filled with a mix of desperation and determination. "Never2Late!" he said, his voice firm, as he typed it in. The laptop opened, revealing a heartwarming family picture of them all smiling together. Sam's fingers flew across the keyboard as he went straight to her emails. "Same password?" he asked, looking up at Niklaus for confirmation. "Yes," Niklaus replied, his eyes fixed intently on the screen, his heart racing with antici

Racing up to the apartment, the observer knocked on the door, heart pounding. Emily opened the door, her expression wary. “Who are you?” “There’s no time for explanations,” the observer said urgently. “Ivanov knows where you are. You need to leave. Now.” Emily’s eyes widened, but she didn’t hesitate. She called out to her friends, and they began to gather their things quickly. Chaos erupted as Emily and her friends scrambled to pack their belongings. The observer helped, moving quickly to gather essentials. There was no time to explain who they were or why they were helping. The only thing that mattered was getting Emily to safety.

Completely fictitious, just like the reminder sentences at the beginning of a novel he often read, "This story is purely fictional, any resemblance of names, places, and events is purely coincidental." The drowsiness that had been plaguing Emily vanished in an instant, swallowed by her frustration with the unempathetic man who now seemed comfortable in his corner. Unfortunately, Emily felt like she was just a decoration in her own bridal room. She jotted down a series of short sentences as an expression of her feelings on her I*******m story: 'A Mannequin Bride.'

he whispered with a cocky tone, his Adam’s apple bobbing as anticipation laced his voice. He was the man who had been tormenting her. Emerald grabbed the door handle, but it was locked tight. The terrifying realization dawned on her—she had been lured into a trap. “Baby, don’t even try,” he smirked. “Tonight, there’s no escaping me.” As the plane descended, Alaric’s phone buzzed. Emerald’s voice came through, filled with excitement, and Alaric couldn’t help but smile slightly. It seemed like she missed him too.

Emma. Fuck!

Red spread through the river. Eve stood behind me, holding half of a broken beer bottle, her face pale with terror. “Emma, move! They’re coming!” she screamed. I could hear shouts from a distance. People from the village were closing in. My heart raced as I frantically paddled, but the boat still moved painfully slow. The footsteps grew louder, and my heart sank into despair. Were we really not going to make it? Suddenly, Eve stood up. She smiled softly at me, her lips curving with a gentle warmth. “Emma, you have to live—for me and your mom.”

“Yeah, I’m bored. Read to me.” I gave him an incredulous expression and prepared the nastiest insult I could think of when I realized he could just call my father. Mr carter set up an emergency button on the chair that would directly contact him in case there was danger. Danger being me. Which means I am fucked. I kept my mouth shut and counted to ten. “Can I take a shower first?” “Take me to your room, I’ll wait there.” “Why?” Lucian doesn’t answer, he merely lifts his eyebrow. And he hovered his forefinger over the emergency button.