Enri Emmot Novels & Stories

asks Hector. Hector tries not to focus on her pumping blood and keeps Kelanar on his mind. This seems to calm the hunger. “I am Pam. So this is your hunger hungry test then?” “How do you know about that?” “Do you think they randomly let a human walk up to a newbie? You’re cute and funny. I am paid to be the test and have been for some time. So, I don’t fear you, and I know I am safe.” “I see. I am glad you’re not afraid, but I will not bite you or attack you.”

Henzie shrieked as she realized that the person who had nudged her was her childhood friend. Eren Shine. owner of Shine's Company, Japanese-based and has many branches even almost all over the country. He is one of Henzie's childhood friends in Japan, when Henzie lived at her grandmother's house as a child. Eren, is a mulatto Japanese and English child. The mother, Ema Shine (Ema Mito) is a Japanese woman, and her father, Edward Shine is English. He was born and lived in Japan since his parents married and founded a company there.

Jordan remarked, raising an eyebrow. “No, there's nothing really going on between us.” I assured him, “But what did you mean by an upgrade to his past dating record?” “You’re a good girl Emily, the kinda girl guys like Eren don't usually get,” Jordan explained, his tone serious. “His last relationship was no different from a dumpster fire.” “I'm not sure if you have heard this before, but Eren used to have a mate. Her name was Allison.” He took a pause and it left me wondering what happened between Eren and his mate.

Enrick. Emma seemed hesitant and was still waiting for Mr. Enrick to answer her. It was obvious from the look in Emma's eyes that she was now agitated due to the pressure from the people around her. "I'm really not lying. Uncle Enrick must be embarrassed to admit that Noella is his employee. That's why he's been silent since before."

Emm nodded with her head lowered as she kept fidgeting her skirt with chubby fingers. “Why isn’t little treasure looking at godfather?” Neil feigned a hurt expression as he carried Emm “Is it because godfather has become ugly?” “No….no…no…” Emm raised her head shaking it frantically as she leaned closer and kissed him “Mwwwaaahhhh…” “Godfather is the second most handsome.” Emm blinked cutely as she flattered. “Only second????” Neil looked pitifully hoping to get his ranking higher however he was up for disappointed as Emm firmly shook her head “The most handsome is my daddy.”

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.

"I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword pack. I reject you, Annie, as my mate. Everything between us is done." "Damon?" I blurted, my face washed with tears. "Do you really want to do this?"

Batt I sit at the bar in The Gentlemen’s Club, glass of Jameson Whiskey in my hand as I watch her dance. Amora, she’s beyond beautiful, but in an old Hollywood glamour kind of way, not this baby doll, little girl looks from today. She has strong features, beautiful almond shaped green eyes, high pronounced cheek bones. Her skin was the most beautiful caramel color I had ever seen. I have imagined many times how soft she must feel. She must taste like vanilla, or strawberries. I close my eyes as my mouth waters at the thought. I open my eyes as I hear the music change, and she starts to sway a bit more as her hands roam her body like a lovers would. She was slowly making her way to her breast

Damien As I sat in my study, the weight of the day's events pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket, my mind raced with a thousand thoughts and worries. Isabella and I had paid a visit to her father, Emilio, seeking answers about his past involvement as the Puppeteer behind Renaissance. But what should have been a straightforward conversation had quickly devolved into chaos, with Emilio's uncouth behavior casting a shadow of unease over our already tumultuous lives.

Rayan smiled before clearing his throat. "Indeed, I don't look my age, but it's true, I'm 20" " What a pity " I nudged his rib before he finally calmed down. Rayan laughed at our interaction before looking at me with a smile. "So what's your name?" » “Her name is Emma… and before you start asking questions, Emma is mute” “She is mute? »