Emy Story Novels & Stories

Drey drawled with a roguish grin the moment his gaze settled on me. "So, what's going on with you, my man?" he teased, amusement evident in his voice. I motioned for them to make themselves comfortable while I headed to the kitchen to bring back something well-chilled to help them relax. "I was looking forward to seeing your hot face today," Drey said with a playful smirk. "You promised you'd be on campus to welcome me, but you never showed up." "I'm so sorry," I replied, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. "I woke up with a terrible migraine this morning, so I couldn't make it," I lied.

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.

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“Fine, I’ll join but once only” Polly smiled cheerfully as they both went inside together. •• Hiro really couldn’t forgot the day yesterday. The purple short haired still left her shoes and didn't notice, She kicked his face and it turned out his milk tea spilled on his whole clothes. ‘How dare she is. She ruined my clothes while I was having a good time drinking a best seller of milk tea. I was embarrassed by people in public, seeing their expression seemed like they're looked at me and laughed’ Hiro thought randomly embarrassing day yesterday. If he recall that yesterday;

This time, he was frantically carrying Sherry to his car, running every red light on his way to the hospital. As I collapsed, my world finally grew quiet, with only the blood trickling between my legs. In the emergency room, the healer hesitated before reluctantly informing me that I had miscarried. Even after receiving the news, I did not scream or cry—I simply said, "Thank you." I instinctively called Nick, but he rejected my call. As a nurse wheeled me to my room, I received a message from Francis saying he would pick me up in five days. Suddenly, I felt at peace. Nick was right about one thing—we were still young, and our future was still being written. Hence, I decided that the ten year

Chapter 48 His debt MILLER’S HOME, LOS ANGELES Staring at the screen of her phone, Emma exhaled tiredly. From the way things appear, she and Darby might never be able to see eye to eye till the end of both their lives. She had thought it wouldn't take long for Darby to accept her apology, but it's obvious her daughter is not so little anymore, she has grown into a woman who knows how and when to respond to situations on her accord.

You are the love of my life, Isadora, my mate, and I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Yours forever, Eamon"** Tears welled up in my eyes and my hands trembled as I clutched Eamon's letter, his words echoing in my mind. The thought of him gone, of never seeing him again, was too much to bear. I felt a deep sense of shock and disbelief wash over me, as if the ground had been ripped out from beneath my feet.