Emy Story Novels & Stories

She introduced herself as Maya, a student at a local university researching our story for a class project. "Your story," she began, her eyes filled with an eager curiosity, "it's an inspiration. It's about defying expectations, about finding love in the most unexpected places." A smile spread across my face. Our story, once a source of scandal, had become a beacon of hope for a younger generation, a testament to the power of love and unexpected connections. Over the next hour, we shared stories of our journey, the challenges we had faced, and the unwavering commitment that had kept us going.

Emmy looked up at me with confusion in her eyes. “I love your eyes and your button nose. And every time I see your hair, I want to run my fingers through it. Your neck is beautiful, and once you are ready, I will place my mark there. I will be proud to call you mine and even prouder to be yours.” “I don’t deserve you,” Emmy said with tears in her eyes.

Chapter 70 “I..." Emmy suddenly widened her eyes. She couldn't help but cover her heart with her palm and muttered to herself, "I didn't just lose my body. I lost my heart too?" Thinking about that, she immediately took out her phone and sent a message to Sarah. "Sarah, what are the signs of falling in love with someone?" Before long, Sarah replied.

KAIDA’S POV “A family thanksgiving out of nowhere?” Ember rolled her eyes as she brewed her morning coffee, reminiscing Maverick’s words from the previous day. “That’s random.” We had no classes, so she was relaxed in her disheveled hair, eye-glasses and tank top. “A family thanksgiving is not random, Ember.” I replied, my eyes glued to the dark romance book in my hands. I might be a medical student but my love for dark romance surpasses my love for medical related matters. Funny.

Oops, I'm ashamed of what happens when I grow up I remember the moment of this incident. Towards sunset they said goodbye to me. Yes, an exciting and funny day for sure. I don't forget to write my story today in my favorite diary, the diary of Miftah, of course. And now there is a Miftah flower which will be beautifully planted in my flower pot later. Is it possible that my relationship has been going on for a long time with Miftah, pessimistic, her name is dating Junior High School, if you get bored you will definitely find a new boyfriend or girlfriend again.

Emerson Em was having a great time at the party. Surprisingly. Probably because she was well buzzed and tip toeing her way to all out drunk. But she was smiling and happy. She wasn’t thinking about… he who shall not be named … or Evan or her mother or her dad or River. She had only happiness at the moment, and her mind was beautifully blank. So why not enjoy it?

Ember Thanking my lucky stars for having a best friend like Gracie, I jumped in and told her everything. Once I had spilled my guts and was lying broken and bleeding on the floor, Gracie cleared her throat. “So let me get this straight. You find out your boyfriend’s dad is dying, but your boyfriend doesn’t know, and you don’t tell him. Instead, you orchestrate a meeting for them in a place they both hold sacred when you know he’s not talking to his dad, and now you’re hoping they haven’t killed each other?”

Emma's P.O.V. Fluttering my eyes open, the first thing I came across was a pair of steel eyes staring into my soul. I was still in a daze so I rubbed my eyes and again focused on the creature who was seated in front of me. No sooner did my vision was clear than a shriek left my mouth. ‘What the hell? What am I doing here?’ With a thundering heart, I scanned the capacious and beautifully designed modern bedroom. But the problem was that it belonged to Damien Knight which wasn’t a good sign, for sure.

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.

“He’s been in love with you since the day you tackled him into the river. Everyone knew.” “That’s impossible,” Emry said, incredulous. “We couldn’t stand each other.” “Enemies make the best stories,” Mirae teased. Then her smile softened. “And the hardest goodbyes.” Emry shook her head, still half smiling, half dazed. “You’re making things up.” “Maybe.” Mirae looked away, her eyes catching the firelight — a shimmer of bronze and something sadder. “Or maybe I just see things other people don’t. That’s always been my curse.”