Emo People Novels & Stories

I was stunned at the way she embraced me. "I have an offer that will change everything about your existence and you won't be caught. You just have to kill a few people and I will give you half of my wills and money she whispered and I gasped. This wasn't what I was expecting. I am short of words and am sorry I can't do this.

Remembering her past was torture to her and even if she had contemplated it, she wouldn't. Why? It triggers her and can cause her to show other alternatives that she is afraid to show. She’s afraid of adding to her crimes. Furthermore, those people who want to die have their reasons why they want to die. Most of the time, they just need someone to console them and listen to them. Likewise, Ameira wants to hear from others, yet no one sees or notices her; to them, she is a strange, strange—monster because she is different from them. Instead of understanding her, they judge her. That’s why she hates interacting with people because of how they look at her.

💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 And I'm not sure you can celebrate that, Em😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. I love all Emerald's foolishness. LMAO. I hope all of you are entertained 💋💋💋.

Eman has an easy job so he has no problem with it. "Hi, sir, I'm Dado!" An old, thin man introduced himself to them upon arrival. It's just a worm that hasn't signed here yet due to thinness. "Is that so, I'm Eman, and Macky and I came from Manila." Smiling they introduce themselves here. While they are welcomed by others. Then their Mayor spoke to them. It was warmly received by them. Somehow he was also happy with the goodness of the people.

"But...but...you can still save your people. A little token in return is all I ask to seal my lips." "I will send your head back to your Igwe." Ikemefuna beat his chest and groaned like a wounded dog, "We are one. We are fearless. We are, Umu Ejima (children of Ejima), we cried, we shrieked, we screamed and the God of gods answered. Nothing can overcome us, not even the king of Ame." "Umu Ejima you say?" Ume asked. "Haha, you sound surprised." "Because I am" Ume whispered as he tried to place two and two together. "How can that be? I know a woman called Ejima. She never had a child of her own."

There I was—just a few minutes ago—captured in a blurry image outside the suite door. The caption below the photo sent chills down my spine: You can’t protect what you don’t control. My heart skipped a beat. “What in the hell is this?” Was this how it was going to be now? The cruelty of his world crushed me. I don't want to be like that anymore. A weapon. The weak link. A pawn. Their plan B “Julian. Or someone close to him. Maybe Tobias. Maybe someone worse.” His voice was tight with anger. “They’re circling, Emery. You were never just a woman to them. They see you as a weapon. A weapon to tear me down.”

— Within a few weeks of being together, Emily and Little Pumpkin grew very close to each other. They were always doing virtually everything together. Little Pumpkin never felt the absence of his father and his uncle whenever they weren't around since the pretty noona was always with him. "Haaaa..." Emily gasped, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets. "99th position..." she stuttered, staring wide-eyed at Little Pumpkin's school report. She quickly covered up her shock with a smile. "Omo!" (Omo means oh my) "99th position again?!!!" Joel and Michael gasped as they entered the lounge, overhearing Emily.

“She’s been running this clinic for years. She’s helped a lot of people.” I nodded slowly. I understood why places like this existed. What people like us went through wasn’t simple. It wasn’t something just anyone could understand. Finding help had never been easy. Most people in our world were taught to hide their weaknesses, to deal with everything on their own. But that was starting to change. “What was her name again?” I asked, even though I already knew. He smiled slightly. “Dahlia Moore. You can call her Emi. She’s a plant fairy. She has a way of helping people grow, just like she does with her plants.”