Emhyr Var Emreis Novels & Stories

The hands were around him, and he was raised to his feet. "I'm sorry." He quickly apologised before he raised his eyes to see who helped him. His eyes almost rolled out of their sockets when he saw his boss. There stood Claire Emir, the sole heir of Emir-Entertainment. She was a beauty with long brown hair, her face was oval, making her jaw sharp and shaped. Her eyes were green, and her eyelashes were fixed into a little long one. Her nails were painted black, and she was clad in a black suit jacket and a pair of trousers. The jacket had a deep V-neck on her chest, putting her fairness and smoothness on view.

I was surprised when Joeren called me again. "What?" his voice raised causing his eyebrows to meet. "Who's gay, me?" He asked bluntly, it turned out to be stupid. "No, I'm sorry it's not about that, ahm I mean I saw a gay man entering this hospital." my excuse shit! I hope they believe it. "Anyway, Dr. Joeren, I'll go ahead of you." I shyly said goodbye and ran out of the hospital. Shit! you're embarrassing Klay. I slapped my forehead because of my stupidity. But I have a strong hunch that Emre is really gay.

I looked at Emre quizzically fidgeting from foot to foot. I pulled my shoulder length hair into a messy bun on the top of my head to stop it coming in the way then closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I opened my eyes and Emre was standing very close to me. He leaned his head down and looking me in the eye said, “I’m waiting for you,” then swiftly turned around and executed a smooth dive into the water. He swam up to the ladder and gave me a wink, “C’mon, the water is amazing”

I developed this ability when I was a child since back then, I have a hobby of memorizing books because I can forget so by being sharpened, it became my second ability. "Well, let your nose bleed or forget that mysterious goddess, your grace, Celare Hikari Helan?" Sarreth irritated me greatly. I closed my eyes in annoyance. "Fine, fine. If you break this conversation, Sarreth. Swear, I will literally end your life." I threatened her but she just smirks at me. Even before Celare could answer me, Sam's voice stopped Sarreth, she was talking about snack. "Girls, the snack is ready!" Sam calls us from Sarreth’s kitchen.

She walked in wearing cream cashmere and confidence, her glossy black hair perfect despite the October wind. When our eyes met across the café, her smile faltered for just a brief moment before it snapped back into place. “Emery.” She slid into the seat across from me, with a polished grace. “You look incredible. I mean, considering everything you've been through…” “Save it.” The pleasantries die on her lips. Good. I'm not here for small talk. “I wasn't sure you'd actually come,” she said,. Her fingers were dancing nervously around her purse strap. “When you called, I thought—”

My heart just won’t stop ramming against my chest until vertigo made my whole world spin like crazy, making me retch from the bile in my stomach. “Calm down, my Lady,” Emyr smirked at me. He was slouching on his seat with his elbow resting on the armchair so he could bite on his index finger with an amused smile on his face, “We are not in the exciting part yet, you know?”