Emy Story Novels & Stories

The law can go to hell. I only see them. My mom, my sister, my Harley. I see Mom's smile when she is proud of me, I see Rose's tears when she hugged me that night, and I see her — Harley and her beautiful eyes, Harley and the feel of her lips against mine, Harley and her innocent dreams for our future, Harley telling me that she loves me.

EMY'S POV No one ever knew how to answer a question they didn't know about but after what happened a few minutes ago, I wish I had the answer to everything so it hurt me to say, "I... I don't know." "What do you mean?" He asked even when he sounded the least surprised. "I don't know if I have parents. The first memory I have is being in the MoonShadow Pack." "Wasn't that Pack swallowed up by Jerry?" He tried to remember.

"Don't be shy. You really deserve to be praised. So, how many times have you done it since you met again? Twenty? Thirty? I know you've been harboring desires and longing for a long time. Or perhaps, you also did it on the plane?" Alice scratched her temple and frowned. "We're not that crazy, Em." "Then? Only ten?" "Zero." "Zero?" Emma's eyes almost popped out. "Are you serious? You're not lying to me, right?" Alice took a deep breath. "I don't have past memory, Em. For me, Edmund is a man I just met. There's no way I could give myself up to him so quickly." Emma chuckled in surprise. "That's hard to believe. Doesn't your body recognize him? Try closing your eyes and feeling his touch. I'm s

destiny? Teeet..Teeet.. A message, came in into my phone. I'd be a little late than our agreed time, ok? - It was my friend Sir Dan who was texting. . No problem. So long as you are sure he will bring me home later. Haha - I texted back. Yes, he will.

I was still a permanent fixture but my situation was a lot better. This is the story of us and I was just trying to give a background if you don't like it, I am sorry, I can't promise I will try to be less blunt or jaded or whatever you think I am but if this story is going to be great, I need to tell it in the way that will be best. And I feel that the way for that to happen is for me to freely express myself. This story will be told from my angle but you get to see into Alyssa mind too. You might like what you will see, you might not, but all I ask is for you to keep an open mind... Sound ominous right but I just find words to roll and it might all be not up to the standards but I will try

“There’s a Sherlock Holmes novel, Her Last Word, A Time Return, ... and finally you’re my butterfly?” When Evelina wants to open the book, she is suddenly called by her mother to dinner and she closes back the book “You’re My Butterfly”. Evelina comes out of her room and heads to her dining room, where Evelina’s father and mother are waiting for her to eat together. After Evelina got to the dinner table she noticed that the dinner menu was a bit fancy and said to her mother. “Mom ... isn’t this too much?” asked Evelina. “No, because today is your first day as a high school student. So we have to celebrate,” said Evelina’s mother.

Recalling everything he'd done to Sylvie, Connor nearly drowned under his remorse. Just then, Anna abruptly found him. "Connor Shaw! Just how long do you plan on carrying on with this spectacle?" It was her first time screaming his full name. Looking up, Connor noticed Anna's tear-streaked face and red, swollen eyes. In the past, he would've immediately hugged her out of tender concern, but now, the only one he could think of was Sylvie. He brandished the book he was reading and said to Anna, "Look! Merpeople do exist! Sylvie is a mermaid. She was the one who rescued me from the ocean all those years ago…"

"Last time, when she went to school to accept my award, she didn't even realize she was holding the certificate upside down!" Laughter filled the room. But I felt like I'd fallen into an icy abyss. I didn't even know how I managed to stumble out. The neon lights on the street were dazzling. Yet, all I saw was a blur. I couldn't see clearly. I couldn't understand anything. He always said our love story was a book that would never end. But now, the story of his life had already begun a new chapter with someone else. And I couldn't even read the ending he'd written for me.

In her place was a woman who had survived, grown, and learned that love was never about possession, control, or fear. We had gone from enemies to toxic lovers, from betrayal to heartbreak, from escape to cautious reunion, and finally, to a love that was safe, respectful, and enduring. We had learned that love could be messy and painful—but worth every step if both hearts were willing to grow. As I looked at him—my husband, my partner, the father of my children—I smiled and whispered, more to myself than to him: This time, it’s real. This time, it’s ours.

Amelia said in a stern tone. "You mean adult messages?" Emma asked, grinning. "I am sure you will give that boy a heart attack. Poor boy!" Amelia said, narrowing her eyes. "Now go and quickly get his number from his friends!" Emma said and Amelia went away shaking her head at her. "My love story is going to start soon!" Emma said, smiling peacefully. *God be like: So be it*