Novel & Cerita Emorey

Her sweet and alluring smell hit my nostrils, her hand holding mine. “No way. What is he like?” “He’s such a sweet boy. Even when he was days old, he didn’t give me a hard time. He’s really a blessing, you know. Being a single mom and all.” I thought it was Skyla. “He doesn’t like phones or gadgets like most kids these days. He plays some games, but he’s drawn to sports like soccer and softball.” “What’s his name?” “Emery. It’s my—” “Her grandpa.” My voice was low and husky. I squeezed Estelle’s hand, and she seemed to freeze.

The two of them exchanged glances, then looked at me. “He’s helping us with directions,” I explained to Kit, “and she wants to be a royal gamma.” I finished, noticing Emre shaking his head. “Why can’t I be a royal gamma? My dad is one,” she said with a peculiar way of interrogating everyone. Emre didn’t respond to her and continued to look out the window. I did the same. The fact that we were sitting together in the back seat was odd enough, and now we had to endure Kit and her strange questions.

“It’s time to let Emery go now, Liam. Let her go,” ***** UNEDITED

"He's so tall. Like a giant. But a nice giant. And he has gray eyes just like me. And he knows everything about dinosaurs. He said he has a collection of real fossils. Real ones, Mommy. Not models." "That's very impressive, sweetheart." "And he asked if I could come to their house for a playdate. He said he would talk to you about it. Can I go, Mommy? Please?" "We'll see, baby. We'll see." Imogen set down her bag and collapsed onto the couch beside them. "Who's Emory's dad?" "Some businessman," Clara said. "He came to the school yesterday to meet Colt. Apparently he's very tall and has gray eyes and knows about dinosaurs."

“It is an honor—” “I don’t have time for that, goddamn it. Where is she?” I was alarmed before just at the idea that something might happen to Emory, but now that I’m standing down here, I know I was right to follow my instincts. This is bad… really bad. “I’m sorry, Sir,” he says, looking at his clipboard. “I just came on for my shift, and I am not aware of a new girl. What’s her name, please?” “Fuck,” I mutter. “Emory Moonraker.”

, Lena said to Dawn, a couple of hours later, pushing away the file she’d been skimming through “all these words are starting to blur together” “Theres no need”, Dawn said looking up from the page she had been reading “I know where Mathew Drummond is buried”. “Where?” Lena asked, leaning over to read the paper. “’Ravenhill Cemetery’”, Dawn read aloud “’In a grave marked with his initials MD’”. “That’s it?” Lena questioned “there aren’t any other markings or writing on it?” “I’m afraid not”, Dawn answered. She looked up at her friend “you didn’t think it was going to be easy, did you?” she teased.

He's such a teaser. ''No, I really like lions. By the way, isn't Emery a greyish-black form of corundum?'' I raise an eyebrow and he sighs, rolling his eyes; he probably have had this kind of question before but I don't blame him. Yet, his name sounds perfect. It matches him in a way that I think it wouldn't. ''Tell me something I don't know,'' He smirks.

"Who is on the Council these days?" "Well, let's see. There's... Ivan Falls of Euphess, whom you know. Gregory McFarland of Asrymn, whom I think you'll like. Tory Starver of Pergum; he's an interesting chap, but we're not quite on the same page. Tyra sent us Laura Stickland. They're having trouble with some strange teaching there, as well..." his words trailed off and he paused. "Who else?" "Laoce?" "Oh.... yes. Demetrius DelMont."

"It feels great. I'm thankful to call you mine and I couldn't ask for a better Dad for Gracie. I look forward to the day I'll officially be Mrs Vanessa Matthews." "I really love the sound of that. I can't wait either. I'm glad you're my other half. Thanks for coming into my life, thanks for trusting me even when no one did, thanks for walking in on me naked during our first encounter, thanks for giving our attraction a chance, thanks for loving me for who I really am and most importantly, thank you for agreeing to be Mine Forever. I've never felt this fulfilled. Thank you so much, Babe. I love you." He said.

"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."