Novel & Cerita Emy Story

Mera smiled smugly and Emily slapped her hands away . No one talked afterwards . The both concentrate on the movie like there's no tommorow . But Emily couldn't just help but to think . What if she's right ?? Men could be unpredictable right ?? "Ohoui what am I even thinking of ?? " She shook her head trying to dissipate the thought . She caught Mera smiling from the corner of her eyes . "After this movie I'm going to my room to sleep . " Mera announced . "Sleep?? Again ? Waaah . You're something else . What were you doing throughout the night ?? Huh? Building sand castle? " Emily said experatedly .

Her black eyes were shining with determination. "I know Em." ' She nodded. "So what now?" I asked. Emily smirked and looked at the book thrown on the floor. "First, we are going to read a story named, 'Myth of The Broken Throne'."

They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."

Emery's POV When I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar basement. It had a barely functional light bulb and many knickknacks spread about. Where was I? Last I remembered, I was leaving. I hadn't even gone back to my parents' home. I sent Mom a heartfelt letter containing my apology for being such a problematic daughter, asking for her forgiveness and advising her to take this opportunity to leave that man. To leave the person who couldn't give two shits about us.

Daddy took me and ran through the wall, locking it just when the male with red eyes aimed his sword at us. He sprinted for a long time, holding me close and crying mom’s name. We came out to a river, he put me in a small boat and after some time I saw our house on the horizon. It was on fire. Mommy won't come back anymore. And I won’t cry.’ I was brought back from this memory by a crying Jocelyn. “Oh my G-god, Sky, y-you were scream-ming. I came in here, and, and you were on the floor.” She stuttered. I cut her off, raising a hand.

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I tried to relax, but to my head began to arrive images of what happened the night before, that girl had something that attracted me and more than normal, throughout the night I was dreaming of those unusual eyes, thinking about it, I once read a book of the legend of the chimera wolves which used to have similar eyes, but it was impossible that they still existed. I tried not to give much thought to the matter, total and I would go to the university so for several months I would not see him or it was even possible that I would never know about it again, I finished showering and proceeded to dress after finishing preparing I finished packing the clothes that I was missing and some books. I w

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

Esmeralda As I step into the imposing building of Cancade Inc., my heart pounds in my chest like a drum. It's my first day, and the nerves are getting the best of me. I've never worked as a secretary before, my only job experience being a stint at a fast food joint back in high school. But I believe in myself, I believe I can do this job.

*** 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.