Emori Novels & Stories

First, we needed to get her home and safe. “Since when has that Asshat ever been helpful or given us any information?” I asked exasperated. The Alpha of the Margam territory, Jeremy Lewis was enough of a Bell end that he actually introduced himself the people as Alpha Jezz. Jezz? What the hell kind of grown man wants to be called the nickname he was clearly given by his high school rugby team?

she said while she continued cleaning up her shirt with it. "My apology again, by the way, I am Echo. Jericho del Fuego," he offered his hand for a handshake, but Maria refused to accept it since her hand was so dirty. "I... I can't just accept your handshake, my hand was so dirty," she said while keeping her hands on her back. She knew that the guy in front of her is not an ordinary one, and she doesn't want to offend him again. It's quite so hard to offend someone with a rich and famous aura like him.

Firm. "You are here where you belong," he breathed. "With me." She wished she could trust him. But something in her recoiled. The next morning, Vladimir summoned the doctor again. The man asked Emereah questions quietly, his expression calm as he asked her gently inquiring questions regarding her memory. "Your name?" "E-Emereah." "Do you know where you are from?" She had shaken her head slowly. "No… I only know what he's told me." The physician glanced over at Vladimir and nodded solemnly. "She remembers none of the past."

Dead or alive. “I…I apo-lo” “Apology accepted” I took out the words from his mouth. It seemed as though he couldn't get himself to bring out a straight sentence without stuttering. I quickly pulled out a black card from the length of my left pocket handing it over to the hefty fellow who had unarguably gone humble. It was a premium membership card of Club Erebus which simply meant that I didn't have to go through the stress of filing in for a reservation prior to then. The perks of being good at what to do, I guess. You'll understand with time.

Strength in Unity The morning air was crisp as Emily stepped onto the training grounds behind the mansion, her breath visible in the cool breeze. The familiar smell of earth and sweat filled her senses, bringing with it a sense of calm and focus she hadn’t felt in weeks. This was where she found her strength, where she could push away the darkness that had settled over her since Austin’s death.

*** Kane I have told Emory all the gory details of the witch hunts, what I can remember of that time. She is horrified and saddened to hear about a war my people tried to erase from the world, not wanting anyone to remember our viciousness. Emory isn’t completely shocked as she spent most of her childhood with her people at war with mine. She has some idea of the atrocities of war.

, 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.

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.

Daisy recalled her period of time in Japan. If she wasn’t too haunted by the death of a girl student who lived in the same house with her colleague called Hana. She wouldn’t have gone to the bar, wouldn’t have gotten drunk and all of the bad problems didn’t happen. Having sex with a strange, unknown man.

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.