Enri Emmot Novels & Stories

I halted in my step, turning around to look at him. “Ryan,” I said sternly. “That’s not nice. Apologise.” “Sorryyyyy.” He stretched it out like a song. Emmy then tugged at Enzo’s forearms. As he lowered them for her, she grabbed a candy from the pile of holding and flung it onto the side of the road, right toward the garbage. “There you go. Go grab your candy now.” She said.

A woman in her late forties with crimson white skin and raven black hair engulfed Damien into a bear hug. She stood as tall as him,dressed in a red blouse and black long skirt from an expensive brand.Her hairs neatly tied into a bun. It took me no time to realise,it was Emilia Moretti his mother as Damien is exact copy of her except his blue eyes which he inherited from Mr. Knight. Her attention traveled in my way,I bit my inner cheeks to ease the nervousness. "E chi è questa bella ragazza?La tua ragazza?"She asked him with a frown directed on me.

A shiny patch of sweat blooms at his chest, staining the cheap satin. And his face?? Greasy, pockmarked skin. A moustache that looks like it was glued on during a blackout. Teeth like yellowed piano keys, and hair slicked back so hard it might actually be scared of his forehead. He stops in front of us, grinning wide. “Elena!” He exclaims in a nasal, high-pitched tone that doesn't match his bulky frame. “I'm Giacomo Morreti. But you, Bella, can call me Gio Gio.”

Then she made a poker face and started clicking her pictured satisfied from it. "E-E-Emi is so annoying but helped m-me in getting good pictures." she muttered and grinned to herself looking at her pictures. Suddenly there were two muscular arms were wrapped around her tiny waist turning startled because she was so much engrossed in her photo session that she didn't see anyone coming. She saw Emiliano's chin was on his shoulder and his dark, mysterious and cold eyes were staring at her deeply. "S-S-Shaitaan ka naam liya shaitan h-hazir." she grumbled under her breath but Emiliano heard it. His brows thinned in straight line not understanding what she said.

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

‘Everyone you will ever meet knows something you don’t. -Bill Nye Ember The next morning, after breakfast, Wren showed me around the pack village. I got to meet the business owners and looked around the area. Each person I was introduced to, Wren, would tell them that I was Luna Ember. Everyone greeted me with a smile and shook my hand. They were all eager to talk to me and tell me about what they did. I didn’t meet one grumpy person and that said a lot about what was going on here.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Neru scratched the back of his head and answered, "Emilia is my mate, Luna." "What?" in incredulity, I mumbled. Slowly, my body relaxed though it took time for my brain to process what I have learned. Who would have thought that the weakling beta of the Dark Moon pack would be so fortunate? Emilia is a pain in the ass, yes but I could tell she's a fine woman the men are wishing for. "Freaking unbelievable." Shaking my head, I snickered.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

I never go out with my friends without telling him because I respect him and I love him so much and I know that he is my “The one” “Make it fast in packing your things because it is almost night and I don’t want to travel at night,” Nestle said. Our big brother because he is older than all of us and he will be our director in our documentary film. Nestle is one of a kind. He wants everything to be perfect if he is given a task. He believes that he needs to always give his best shot. That makes him serious in all things.

She nodded and stepped back. The young man looked a bit messy. He had warm brown eyes and was holding two cups of coffee. "Hi," he said, smiling a little. "I am the second brother. My name is Enzo Marchetti." "I know who you are," I said, looking at him. "You look very similar to your elder brother." He smiled even wider. "Don't worry, I know you did a background check on me and my brother. So, it is no surprise you recognize me."