Emma Myers Enid Sinclair Novels & Stories

Elaine noticed the smug grin on Lincoln face and decided to ask him why he had such mischievous smile across his cute face. “What's so funny?”She asked going away from him. “Nothing serious Sweet.”he replied curtly and followed her to the bedroom. “Where is my Damsel by the way?” Meanwhile ... Emma dressed up to meet with Mr. Gauis. Whatever he wanted to see her for looked quite serious. She had gotten home extremely tired after Alex left her office. To get her mind of the anger she had within her for staying such a long hour with someone who have beeen pretending to be someone she knew all this while, she visitrd the military school.

She hurried over, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor. "Oh, my dear Emma!" Mrs. Sinclair exclaimed, embracing Emma in a tight and comforting hug. "I heard about everything that's been happening. I'm so sorry, sweetheart. You don't deserve any of this." Emma felt a lump form in her throat. Mrs. Sinclair's genuine concern was overwhelming. She clung onto the older woman. Mrs. Sinclair pulled back, scanning Emma's face with a mix of worry and affection. Then, she turned her gaze towards Lucas, her expression hardening.

“She needs her blood match soon. Without Emma, I can’t stabilize her condition.” Jayden and Kale Sutherland, who had been silently observing the chaos, exchanged a look. “There’s another Sinclair daughter?” Kale asked, his tone sharp. Mr. Sinclair hesitated for a split second before nodding. “Yes. Emma. But she… she’s irrelevant to this ceremony.” Jayden’s icy gaze locked on Mr. Sinclair. “Irrelevant?” He repeated, his voice dangerously calm. “If she’s the one Ever relies on for survival, she doesn’t sound irrelevant to me.”

**** POV: Ember I’m tied to a chair in the warehouse, wrists burning against zip-ties, my Moon Eyes sparking but no vision coming. Enid leans against a crate, her scarred face lit by a flickering bulb, smirking like she’s won. Two goons stand by the door, guns ready. My knife’s gone, and Asher’s still in lockup—or worse. The air’s heavy with oil and salt, but Enid’s voice cuts through, sharp and taunting. “You’re curious, aren’t you, Luna?” she says, pacing closer. “About your parents, Mark and Sarah. Why they died.”

I thought we were meant to plead? Elder Remy's face instantly turned red with rage, his voice thundering through the chamber. "You dare to defy us, Enid? You dare to lie to us and deceive our people?" Enid stood tall, his eyes never leaving mine. "I dare to love her, she is not Ximena but she is my mate, my wife Remy! That’s who she is. I have always been pushed or should I say forced to find love and this is it, I love Mildred and she is also my mate, and I have marked her ever since.”

Someone whispered beside us as the owner of the heels came into clear view. Elegant black suit, long dark hair falling perfectly over her shoulders without a single strand out of place, tall heels clicking confidently against the floor. And God, that aura. It was so cold and commanding that even the teachers around looked away as she passed. Maeve’s grip on my hand tightened slightly. “Oh, no,” she muttered under her breath. “Mrs Sinclair.” Tyler’s Mom.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

I mumble a quiet thank you and proceed to take a bite from the eggs. "These are really good," I moan in between bites. Mia grins "I know I did make them after all," she says, causing me to roll my eyes. She was never one to be humble. I guess it was more of a Sinclair thing than a Mia thing. I don't think anyone from that family fully understood humility as a concept, except their mother, of course. Unlike most spouses of the Sinclair household, Avery wasn't born rich. She found a job as a secretary for Xavier's father and fell in love with the brooding CEO of Sinclair's Enterprise. It was a love story as old as time.

Emrys Diara Sinclair was consuming my mind lately. I thought of her more often than I could admit. Her fragrance was driving me crazy, and my lycan was calling out to her, to her very soul. Her eyes looked as if they were fashioned from the sun, her ebony curls so beautiful, and her delicate face wore a smile only when our eyes met, so sweet it took my breath away.

Not knowing what else there was to say, Emily gazed at Melinda with gratitude, admiring her positivity and understanding. … Outside the ward, Corinne and Jeremy overheard Emily and Melinda's conversation. They looked at each other silently, deeply impressed by Melinda's moral standing. 'Mom is lucky to have a friend like Missus Addison. She's such an understanding woman,' thought Corinne. Suddenly, Corinne's phone buzzed in her pocket. She took out her phone and saw it was a call from Pamela.