Emy Story Novels & Stories

I used my power to slowly push it out of me so they could see it, without me having to speak about it. I opened my eyes, and a glowing orb was in front of us. It was my point of view, of course, so I saw a path I was walking on when it happened. Love and happiness could be felt coming from the orb. Everything I felt because I was thinking about Jake at the time. The memory started playing out and I lowered my gaze. I couldn’t see that again. I could hear his footsteps and my muffled scream when he caught me. “Hello, little bird,” I heard him say. “I have been watching you, little bird. You are beautiful. And you are mine.”

“Emmy, do you not love me anymore?” The messages kept dropping and I massaged my temple to remember where I had come across the initial. … … … ADWY… AIDAN WESLEY? It is Aidan Wesley! MY BOYFRIEND?!

Blue wave apartment. Amy and Tut ate their breakfast and sat on the sofa. Amy had an glowing eyes ,the eagerness to listen to his past story .So She looked at him innocently. "First condition if I want to tell you my past then you need to tell me yours." Eventhough tutt can access through her knowledge but he can't access through her memory. Memory of the certain person is like their treasure so no matter how strong tutt can be he can't access through it without that person's permission as well as it is also a dangerous attempt .

The love of husband and family, is my smile now. (Novel Finished) Silvi Budiyanti_Friends And My Love Story_End.

He leaned over, handing it over to Kain. With a glance set to my boyfriend, I watched as he raised a single brow and opened up the envelope. I couldn’t see the contents right away, but as soon as I did, I knew we were in trouble. My body stiffened as my blood once more turned as cold as ice. What was in there was a letter of blackmail. Though what ‘dirt’ they had on the Lotus Pond Entertainment was unsaid, but if we did not comply, they would use it to bring the company and the Jones family down.

On the seventh year after the breakup, I receive a package from Clarence Fraser. All 44 pounds of said package consist of the stacks of chat history I have with him in the past. Soon, Clarence's text appears on my phone screen. "Wanna meet up? I'd like to tell you something." I pause momentarily before responding with a "1". That number signifies rejection. Then, I turn my phone off. After wiping my sweat off with a towel, I pick up another crate of fruits and continue promoting them to the customers loudly, as though nothing has happened. It's been so many years, and I don't know why Clarence decides to text me all of a sudden. Similarly, he doesn't know that I've already become so

They got into a fight with him, told him to stay the hell away, to stop bringing danger near me. After that, they were enemies. Zane and I became parallel lines. But that day in Switzerland, in the freezing snow—he came. He'd heard I was there alone, and he flew out to find me. That frozen heart? It started to thaw, little by little, with his laughter beside me. While they'd looked past me, Zane and I were slowly walking into each other's worlds. I lifted my eyes to them. "I know you misunderstood me. But what happened because of that misunderstanding—it was real."

This person in front of me was my long time crush, my life and everything back then, my childhood sweetheart that I didn’t wanna leave for anything. That was me, that was me and James. How did it happened? How did it all occurred? “James, you…” My hands fell on my face as tears fell down my eyes. “What happened, how did I got here? Why can’t I remember anything else except you, why is my head so foggy?” I wailed feeling helpless. “Shh…it’s okay Emery, I’m here for you, I’ve always been and I won’t ever leave your side!” I heard his voice above me as he pulled me into a hug once more.

“Hey. I just wanted you to relax. I didn’t mean to start a N*****x special with psychological warfare, stolen identities, and weirdly hot father-son drama.” They all fell silent. The absurdity had stretched as far as it could. Now only the rawness remained. May reached out, brushed hair from Esme’s cheek. “What are you going to do?” Esme stared at her phone a moment longer. “I don’t know,” she admitted softly. “But I’m not letting either of them write my story. Not anymore.” She stood slowly. Like she was testing new legs. Liam tilted his head. “So what now?”

Emma Emrys helped me clean my messy bedroom. My room had a simple layout, a bed, a dressing table, and a closet, all adjacent to the bathroom. I'm not the tidiest person, and I rarely spend much time in here. Sometimes Isabella or one of the omegas would tidy up, but by the time I used it, it was usually a mess, so they quit. However, with Emrys's incredible speed, he helped me clean the room quickly and fold all my clothes, which left me blushing. After all, who doesn't know how to fold and pack clothes at the age of 25?