Emorey Novels & Stories

said the monster with green eyes slightly touching her hair . " If you are curious , you can also have a taste of my sword . Apperantly , my sword is very found of monsters like you . " said Kiara pulling the sword out and pointing it at him . Kiara looked at him and saw him smirking . " I see ! But I am not a monster , miss . My name is Emre and I am a scientist and doctor like your little friend over there . " said Emre with a sneaky smile and turned his head towards Gilbert .

There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal. Shifting his gaze to the group of people gathered around them, he saw his brother beside the stage with his mother. They were talking to a guy dressed in a military uniform but Kaylus couldn't pick up what they were conversing about. He noticed his brother was starting to feel irritated but he could see that Reymönd was trying his best to keep his composure. They were approached by a couple of nobles lead by an elderly woman with grey hair held up in a bun. She was wearing a violet overcoat and her neck was embraced by a scarf made of white fur. As she held her hand, it showed a ring with an eagle symbol on i

A headband over her head to keep the strands of hair out of her face. She gave me a small smile and asked, “you are?” “Uh.. I came here to study with.. with Zachariah.” I replied with a forced smile. “Oh you must be Celestina right? Zachariah has told me alot about you.” She softly spoke, her eyes sparkling like a rainbow. “Good things I suppose?” I nervously chuckled. “Of course! now common in, I’m Emilia, Zach's mother.” She enthusiastically spoke, indicating me to follow her.

"Hello young master Decker, I'm Emmie Ogiem , I'm your secretary." A melodious voice coming from the other line .

“But… can you really manage to work on it when you have amnesia?” “Come on, Katherine. Amnesia doesn’t make me illiterate. Besides, I can learn again and again.” “Right.” JAN massaged his forehead as he found more and more discrepancies in the company’s books. At first look, everything seemed fine. But when he started doing the Math and checking the suspicious accounts, it made him realize that there was really an anomaly. His father’s hunch was right. He raised his head when he heard the hinges creak. Her mom came inside the study room carrying a tray with a cup of coffee and pastries baked by her and Angelique.

Confused and curious about what's going on, I watch my dad leave the room. "Can I have a minute?" Max asks me. Without waiting for an answer, he strides over and wraps his arms around me in a tight embrace. I can smell his cologne as he leans down to sniff my hair while stroking my back. Then, just like old times, he lifts me up and puts me on my father's mahogany desk before stepping back and flashing me a small smile. With ripped black jeans and a white t-shirt that has seen better days, Max looks as hot as ever with those piercing blue eyes of his that I could get lost in forever.

Iridescent scales slide down her arms. "For a mortal that likes to whore herself out to paras you're one stupid as bitch. You don't have a clue how this world works. Well little clubwhore; you're about to get a crash course. Rage is my fated mate. We have sealed our bond. That means I have all his memories right up here." Remi says tapping the side of her head. Emerson shrugs her shoulders.

I mumble under my breath. "What?" Zach sounds taken aback at my outburst, and I can't blame him, to him what I said probably doesn't make a lick of sense. "Who's Kenton, Amaris?" Glendon asks, his voice gentle. "He's…Kenton is the one who helped me through my first shift." 'Mate', my wolf yaps excitedly at the mention of his name. 'Tell them he's our mate.' No!

It was like discovering I was completely in the dark about the biggest part of myself. Emory offered a warm, knowing smile. “Let’s introduce our wolves" "My wolf is Nixon—he’s a fierce leader. He is pitched black with green eyes, and has no patience in the world, he's a big softy, like a teddy bear". Emorys eyes flicker, darken, and he begins to laugh, as if he was talking to his wolf now, in front of everybody.

It was chained, sealed, forgotten. Moira walked toward him. “Heard who?” Emery looked up at her. His pupils were dilated, so wide she couldn’t see the color of his eyes anymore. “My mommy,” he whispered. Then he pressed the sketchbook into her hands. “I drew her again. But now she’s not alone.” Moira flipped the page. The drawing was almost the same—but this time, a second figure stood behind the woman. Larger. Almost featureless. Just a black outline with long fingers and a crown made of antlers.