Emy Story Novels & Stories

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.

Poor little me! I consider him a friend cuz he once saved me from a major embarrassment. It was prom season and everyone had dates, well everyone except me, after all I was the annoying girl with braces and bangs, who wanted to take someone like me to prom? And I was taller than most of the boys in my class, so.

Am I that easy to read? “I-I don’t really want to pry on your personal life…” My voice came out as a squeak at first from suddenly speaking. Dang it. This is the reason why I don’t talk as soon as they spoke to me. I need to ready my thoughts and vocals first. “It's fine. I don’t mind telling the story of how I met Jayce. However, I believe Jayce has something to give you.” He spoke. Jayce exclaimed at Aziel’s reminder as he jumped up at his seat. He went to the treasure chest and pulled out something that looks like a package covered with paper and bound by a string. Then, he walked across the room to the kitchen and brought a container. He went back to sit and turned his body to face me th

“What’s that?” “Oh, that’s what the kids are calling it these days. It’s when two people meet under funny or cute circumstances, and they share a laugh, and the next thing you know, they’re falling in love.” She sighed and her eyes glossed over as if she were thinking back to a meet-cute of her own. “I like to watch sometimes when I know one is coming up. It’s just so... romantic. Anyway, your Memory will be just fine, once Dakota Brooks enters her life, in just a couple of minutes.”

Without me realising, I am already smiling; not realising how this kind of thing can affect me so much. ''Are you even listening?'' Emery asks. I turn to look at him, slightly confused. As my eyebrows furrow, ''I'm sorry, what were you saying?'' I ask and he rolls his eyes, muttering 'never mind'. We enjoy our little walk at the Central Park and I can tell that Emery has come to like New York, a little bit more after what happened last night. My cheeks will always heat up whenever I remind the scene in my head because I know what he really meant.

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I know he is talkative and no matter how much I wanted this to be a quiet journey, I was aware that option was long thrown out the window knowing he would be coming with me. “Emery must have grown even more powerful from the last time we met. She has always been gifted and time is something she preys on but unlike the witches, she is not allowed to make direct disclosure.” Anan was even more interested in the story of my life. Emery had been so little when it was just the both of us against the world. Years and I would never have thought our future would look anything like this.

The pictures followed. Clara in her silk dress, holding onto Damian. Damian’s unfocused eyes, his hand limp against her waist. The shot of them entering the suite. A bold caption in the corner: “Passion Behind Closed Doors.” The phone slid from Emery’s hands, hitting the tiled floor with a dull thud. Her mother looked up, concern in her voice. “Emery? What is it?” Emery forced a smile, shaking her head. “Nothing, Mama. Just… spam.” Her voice cracked on the last word, betraying her. She turned back to the pot, stirring as if her life depended on it.

We composed ourselves after deliberately talking about the consequences of all this.We knew we accepted the deal more to explore than the blackmail.We agreed and confide ourself always like a team.The fear is still there especially that I know how submissive my wife can be.And Amellia being a captain has a dominant personality.

His emerald eyes glisten with emotions to convey that I don't understand. "So, you're really here," he said, breaking the silence between us. My brow furrowed at this; why is he acting as if we know each other? When he notices my reaction, a gentle smile appears on his lips and he leans slightly closer to me. "I heard you have amnesia. You're lying, don't you?" he asks, his eyes gleaming with amusement. My lips parted, and I couldn't respond immediately. A moment later, I raise my head and look him in the eyes, locking in with his. My eyes widen, and surprise fills my expression.