Emma Agreste Novels & Stories

Amaris This is getting totally too weird! First Maxon and now Zach? What on earth is going on? From beside me, Zara glances toward Zach and then back at me, a look of shock on her face. “Zach!” she gasps. “What about Rayna! I thought—You know she has been waiting forever for you!” Zach tosses his sister a frown. “I don’t know why! I have never looked twice at her. So, whatever it is that you thought, you’re wrong.”

Raphael says. "Wow, Thankyou!" Trisha says. "You are preparing for JAMB right?" Christopher asks facing Alexandra. She looks at him for a second. "Are you talking to me?" Alexandra asks. "Yeah?" Christopher asks with a questionable look. "And I don't see how it affects you, " Alexandra replies, grabbing everyone's attention. "That's because I love your type. They look strong outside but soft inside. Like a coconut!" Christopher says making almost everyone burst into laughter. Except Rapheal who chuckled. Alexandra had this blank look. While Ana didn't smile.

Well, if I am any more late than I am right now, my boss will chop my head off. Well, my name is Alexandria Cage. I am a single mother of two children and a she-wolf. I work as the head banquet server for DC Wedding Limited. It is run by the hellcat Maggie Robbin. The worst boss you could ever ask for, but at least the pay is good.

“Are you out of your damn mind, Amara? That’s how you talk to someone who just covered your bill? If you’re not broke, then why are you borrowing money?” Ken shot back, his tone laced with frustration. Amara glared at him. “Which part of be quiet do you not get? Seriously, I’m Amara Chanel Aragon, the only heiress to the ARAGON conglomerate—ugh, not like you’d know what that even means. People like you don’t read Forbes or watch Bloomberg. You’d rather binge trashy soap operas. I said I’ll pay you back, so just wait.” She ranted like a queen addressing her unworthy subject.

ALPHA GREYSON (Part 7) "Her name is Amara Brooks, and she is an orphan from the Western Regions. She is not a member of any packs, and... There's not much information about her," Miguel informed me. I stared at that girl's documents, in her photo, and the more I stared at her picture, the more I noticed resembles between her and the Princess of Rema Kingdom.

“Oh… there you are… I’m Meghan,’ she said in a superior tone, her gaze pinned to Lara with disturbing intensity. “Welcome to Ambergris Cay.” “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Lara Ander... Miller.” Lara struggled not to feel self-conscious about her wet hair, bare feet, and scrubbed face. Meghan Agelastos, her hostess, was no more than a handful of years her senior and an interesting mix of Irish and English. She was quite gorgeous but her manners left a lot to desire… Was an unannounced invasion of privacy the usual way she greeted her guests? Meghan strolled about the room, her pale hands touching this, adjusting that before passing by Lara to wander into the dressing-room and skim a hand through

Since the Asti people mostly worked in gardening, ordinary imperial citizens rarely chose this type of work, making it difficult to find skilled gardeners. Like the garden in front of Caesar now, although beautiful, it seemed to lack a touch of vitality. Caesar passed through the thick green shade and bumped into Emilia, who was scolding Angas loudly at the end of the stone path. Caesar said, "Emilia, this is not a home." Although Emilia was not currently involved in politics, as the eldest daughter of the Sarelli family and a quasi-military officer, she also received an invitation. For some reason, Emilia's face was red with anger, while Angas knelt on one knee in front of her, head down, n

Emma chipped in. Eve turned towards the two womaen asking her the same question repeatedly and yelled angryly. “I said i don't know. What else do you want me to say? I came alone.”and again, Her hands played with her earrings. “Fine then.”Emma voice potrayed wrath, “Then i won't hesitate to show you that you're nothing but a dog used by the organization.” She picked her phone, dialed a number and the person picked at the first ring.

I look up to see who it is and it's Amelia. I sigh then answered her call, "Hey, X. What's up???" I ask. "Agnes slapped Hestia and she is now in our custody-" "WHAT WHEN??!!" I said hissing through the phone. "An hour ago. Thanks to her connection she will not get prosecuted in Greece for assaulting and endangering the life of the crown Princess. She's throwing a fit here Hecate. She keeps screaming that she wants to see you." Amelia said.

" Dr.Bill Carson shouted at her, he was unable to control his anger. Abigail stood there without opening her mouth. Abigail Grace was a junior Edaphology Scientist in Vasily Vasil'evich Dokuchaev Research center at Saint Petersburg in the Country Calista. And also the mysterious CEO of AG Agro Groups Pvt. Ltd. But no one knew about her being the CEO of the aforementioned company. She didn't reveal it since she wanted to live a normal life and not the busy CEO's life.