Emorey Novels & Stories

Once she was gone, Emmett asked, "What are you going to do about the Evermores?" "They run a small company, not big enough to survive bankruptcy." "No, Winter," Emelia said sharply. "You will not bankrupt them! Evelyn and Maddy have been friends since they were children. This is unacceptable." "That’s right," Winter scoffed. "You spoil her too much." "Me?! Am I the one who gave her a private jet for her 10th birthday? Or a summer house in Hawaii for her 8th? Am I the one who spoiled her?!"

Amelia said as Emmette glared at her. "I'm not his wife." Corrie immediately snapped, interrupting Emmette from speaking. "I just tutor his daughter." She chuckled dangling Emery from her end with a miserable delight that seemed to annoy me. "She called you mommy earlier, and the girl does slightly resemble you." Devon pestered with a menacing glare. "I assure you Mr Remington, Emery is not my daughter. She has this silly habit of calling me mommy but I'm sure she'll grow out of it." Corrie muttered in her defense, not even shying away from the murderous glares in the room.

‘We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language.’ -Joyce Carol Dates Ember We arrived at the Scarlet Moon Pack gates within hours. Our horses were foaming and smelled of sweat as they breathed hard from running for so long. We pulled them to a stop in front of the guards that were standing at the gates. Bastet padded up beside us and sat down to rest while he panted loudly from running. The guard looked at Demir and me, our horses and then Bastet with wide eyes.

He kept glancing up at the stands every chance he got, prompting several disgusted hollers from his coach of, "Get in the game! What the hell's the matter with you, Moreno?" He hadn't seen her at the game, but then she did say she had to work. There was still a chance she'd make the party. Looking across the street at the lights coming from the DJ in the backyard, anxiousness crept up his spine. "Hold on, give me a sec." He downed some of his water. "Just take it in with you," Romero said. "I'm ready to get my groove on." Angel turned to Eric who shrugged. He took another long swig. "All right, I'm ready."

POV Emerald Two weeks! I've been gone for two damn weeks, and these hotheaded idiots I call my best friends landed themselves in a whopping pile of sh*t. They would have already had their asses handed to them if they were anyone else but no. Declan is the future Alpha, his right-hand Jackson is the future Beta, and his left, Wesley, is the future Gamma. Insert a cheesy action movie ad here.

They are led to the throne room where the queen of the witches sits. A woman steps forward and approaches the group. “Hello Rex, welcome back and who are they? So I can introduce them to the queen? " asks the woman. “I am Hector. Nice to meet you,” says Hector. “I am Ash. Lovely to meet you,.” says Ash. “I am Ruby, beautiful dress, .” says Ruby. The woman smiles and steps back. “My queen: Rex, Hector, Ash and Ruby from Ember City,” says the woman. The queen motions them forward. Hector and Rex come forward. Ash and Ruby stay back a few feet. All bow lightly out of respect for the queen.

Damien paced restlessly around his room angry and frustrated. He had a bad temper which was almost impossible to subdue whenever triggered because of his wolf nature, apparently and also because he was Alpha. The rage, lust and anger that came with it was sometimes uncontrollable. That rage was taking its toll now on Damien with the thought of his parents’ murders constantly. He kept walking around from left to right and back around his room critically thinking of how to capture the Rogues’ Alpha.

We both watch as he saunters over to a red-head. “I’m completely miserable.” Emily chuckles sadly, and I want to comfort her somehow, but she hurriedly replaces it with a smile, before leaving to mingle with other gaming nerds. Looks like my matchmaking skills might need a little bit of work. “Emma.” I hear a deep rumble. Looking up, I see Jeremy looking completely in his dark t-shirt that says ‘Never say Game Over.’ He has a dark jacket over it, his golden blonde hair is messy today, like he rolled out of bed and didn’t bother combing it, still it gives him this carefree look.

“Is he an older fellow?” Emery shook her head no. “My age, Austin Murray.” She sat down in her appointed table chair and glanced up at her mom. She seemed to have a look of recognition when Emery had said the name. “Melissa Murray’s son. Isn’t he on the football team?” ‘Of course, Mom knows his mom.’ “You know them?” Emery had never heard her mom talk about them.

Like me no matter how they hide my past still it makes a way for me to remember it. I closed my eyes and Einger David’s face flashed on my head. How he laughs while he is putting his penis inside of me while I am hurting. How he satisfies his demonic act with my body. It made me shiver because he really looked like Devon. That got me mad when I remember how Devon satisfied himself when we made love. After his brother, now he is next but I am not Cassandra at that time. I am Irish Stephen and Devon loves Irish Stephen not Cassandra Felix, and Irish Stephen loves Devon; not Cassandra Felix. Cassandra didn’t love Devon and I am Cassandra now and nothing's going to change that now. Even a single