Emorey Novels & Stories

“She’s not just Isla’s mother, Damon. She’s…” “An Omega,” I cut in, my tone colder than I intended. “An Omega who should never have been in my bed. An Omega who should have never carried my child. She carried her, and by some miracle, managed to give birth to her. If I am choosing to be merciful for that, for her game, it is because I know that it shouldn’t have happened the way that it did in the first place.”

Then she spoke very gently. “Can we have dinner there, brother? Grandma rarely comes to the mall. We should take her to try the new restaurant.” Among the entire Ray Ford family, besides Marilyn, Grandma might have been the only one Ullysis cared deeply about. Erin raising Grandma seemed like a smart move. However, as the lady who had risen to become queen of the Ray Ford family, Grandma had tasted all kinds of the best food in the world. While using Grandma as leverage to get Ullysis to agree might have seemed clever to Erin, it was, in fact, a logical tactic that made no sense.

“Hello. I’m Emory, Alpha of the Blackwood pack. This is my son, Leo. We’re here for the Riverwood pack’s celebration.” He stared at me the entire time he spoke, as if trying to see through my face. His gaze made my skin crawl. I took a small step back. “Welcome.” Emory held out a bouquet of flowers. “These are for you. I hope you like them.” The moment I saw them, a visceral discomfort rose in me. I wrinkled my nose and covered my mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m allergic to wolfsbane,” I said coolly. Emory’s expression turned strangely ecstatic. His voice trembled. “Are you? My mistake. I hadn't heard you were allergic.”

As they stepped outside, Damon pulled out his phone, and quickly sent a message to Jason: To: Jason Hey, need a favor. Can you cover for me in chemistry? Taking Aqua to my spot. Jason's reply came swiftly, a reassuring presence amid Damon's concern: From: Jason Sure thing, man. Is everything okay? Damon hesitated for a moment before responding, his fingers tapping out a reply filled with unspoken worry: To: Jason Yeah, just want to help Aqua out. She's having a rough time. As Damon glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw Jason's response. The simple message, accompanied by a winky face emoji, conveyed a sense of camaraderie and encouragement tha

It's just that she’s sadistic. "No. That's my dance move." I retort and walked again. We were not even able to walk when I heard someone call my name. "Shiloh," I looked in the direction where someone called me, and I saw Emery waving. Unlike me, she is an elementalist. An Earth elementalist to be exact.

Like beautiful mannequins that had learned to speak. “Everyone, meet Emery,” Eleanor announced like she was presenting evidence. “Killian's... choice.” A man who looked like an older, softer version of Killian rose from his chair. “Richard Sinclair,” he said, offering his hand. “Killian's father.” “I have said this countless times, I will prefer you say stepfather,” Killian murmured. “Same thing,” Richard replied, but his eyes said otherwise. “Emery.” I shook his hand, noting how quickly he let go. “Nice to meet you.”

I walked back to my new seat, and found a note. Hi Asoka, I am Amara Emory. I am the daughter of one of the queen's first turned noble vampires. I am not royal like you, but I do have powers. I can shield people from other vampires' power, or make a vampire powerless. Isn't that cool. Anyhow, I hope we'll be good friends. I looked up, and Amara was listening to the teacher introduce herself for my sake.

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

Increasing his pace, he raises back to look at my face, his red with rapture and his eyes dark with arousal. "I-I'm gonna cum." Eren moans, his deep voice shaking near my ear before he accelerates his thrust, pounding into me needingly at full speed, hitting my deepest spot. And this is enough to give me a climax. An electric sensation passes through my body and it's like I lost control of myself. I tug on his hair and bite on my bottom lips as I come, my body quivering in euphoria.

“I applaud you and your team when you found another missing body. Sincerely, I am proud of you. But the mayor... he wants us to focus on our duty as peacekeepers of Pinephil. Let the big shazam be solved by the Shazam.” Ember furrowed her brows, hand crumpling the folder containing the evidence. Fathima Mae December alias Ember — her mother tends to refer to her by her second name — stands between five feet and eleven inches tall. Ember's short, messy hair is rolled into a small, low bun, allowing the thin strands of her brown hair to blend in with her black hair, making her look like a dark chocolate peanut butter cup. She parted her lips, a light shade of nude lipstick brushed on it. She w