Emori Novels & Stories

I look at him anger written on my face. Jeremy discards that and looks me straight in the eye, then he huffs and takes a seat on the grass, his golden eyes visible under the sun. that’s one thing I really like about him, his calm demeanor, he is currently in his half form, hairs almost covering one third of his face, he is almost always wearing his claws out, and then his eyes. “there’s been hidden death, Charlie, there’s been deaths that have been covered up” I look at him, already thinking of how to reply.

Darik's suite and restaurant was a 24-hour service so at almost 4 am, the place was still a little busy. "How may I help you, Sir?" A male receptionist who shouldn't be more than 25 politely asked once Henry and Vanessa approached the reception desk area. "We are friends of your Boss, Darik. I've been trying to reach out to him but his number isn't going through. We need last night's security footage. The restaurant area."

he points out to me and I freeze T. B. C how did Emerald clear her memories?, find out in the next episode

Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

Everything has become a memory. Mr.Charmond lay in bed, almost all day he spent having important meetings with several clients. Including Mr. Emeron, got lucky during their meeting this morning. Mr.Emeron did not open the conversation about his meeting with Mrs.Launtin at the funeral home some time ago. Even though the atmosphere was quite cold between them, it was far better than being indifferent.

BY ONYEMAOBI - when an emotionally unstable human finds himself tumultuously falling in love, with her, the owner of the voice in his head. * A voice in your head can mean a lot of things- it could be your conscience, a divine intervention or, -it could be the lingering whispers of someone you lost. someone you loved. A memory that comes attached with grief. A voice in your head could come rigid or softly and it could sometimes mean madness. Insanity. *

With only one nod from her, she kept her distance. With a simple nod, she looked down and walked past her as she gripped the bag of coins and slipped the letter up to her sleeves to keep it safe. Just when she was about to open the door, Emery spoke. “I just recently regained my memories, but I still pretend to have amnesia for my own reasons. And just for you to know, it won’t be easy to kill me so there is no need to worry about that. Just leave this empire and take care of yourself.”