Eremika Family Novels & Stories

“Meet Renata Bortsova. She’s Emilio’s mate. Renata, meet Elena and Eduardo Calcano, they are Emilio’s parents and the former Betas.” I looked up sheepishly, my face as red as a tomato. “Nice to meet you, Sir, ma’am,” I said and the polite lady grabbed my arms, pulling me closer. “Aren’t you sweet? Call us mom and dad like Emilio. You’re family now.” My heart skipped a beat and I nodded, a small smile curling my lips. Family… I had a family. We went inside and after chatting a little. Lea and Sienna left after Sienna checked me for injuries. I could tell she was a witch. Every pack has one.

he said, brushing past her. Emma was his mother's goddaughter—a spoiled brat heiress. If there was a female version of him, it would be her. She came from the Arcega clan. A family of lunatics, in his opinion. Every woman he met with Arcega blood had something loose in their head—especially Tita Erika, Emma's mother. "Ha! You'll end up with me anyway, babe. Wanna hit a hotel?" she said like she was just inviting him for coffee. She even tilted her head and batted her lashes at him.

The nature of a human being had always been good in the beginning, and Jeremi was still such a young boy. Jeremi sat in Connie's arms and didn't want to leave. His small hands clung tightly on Connie's shoulder as he glanced at her with his wide eyes. Jeremi giggled happily when Connie held his little hands to touch the husky, and the woman watched the young boy with a tender smile. Jerome shook his head. "I've never met someone like you." Someone who is able to treat her enemy's son with such kindness. Connie rubbed Jeremi's head and said, "They are all children from the Damien Family, they're all the same.."

“Hi, it’s Dr. Amira. Can you give me the details about Emera’s discharge? Who authorized it?” There was a pause on the other end, followed by the sound of papers shuffling. “Uh, yes, Dr. Amira. Emera was discharged two days ago. Her… uncle came to pick her up. He provided the necessary documents.” “Her uncle?” I repeated, my brow furrowing. Emera had no known relatives—or at least none that had ever come forward. “Did you get his name? Or a photo?” “Yes, ma’am. His name was listed as Gregory Summers. We took a photo of him during the discharge process, as per protocol. Do you want me to send it to you?”

Emery stood before her mother not understanding her words. The barracks was certainly not a place for a lady as Seranda. She was not only weak but a bait ready to be taken to have Damon do the enemy's will. “And what if she is taken as bait? We both know he has changed ever since she got into his life” Emery asked and her mother just smiled. She pats an empty place next to her indicating her daughter takes a seat. “Emi.. I've not always been wealthy. I did not hail from a wealthy family like the other queens” Queen Emma holds tight to the hand of her daughter.

His voice, his eyes, his scent, his body - everything. Glancing down and placing my hands upon my very pregnant self, I felt my pup kick. My precious pup. Taking a deep breath, remembering why I came to this hellhole and I started walking forward. * “And then,” Emeric continued. “I pushed my brother down the bar stairs and all these hot chicks laughed so hard,” Emeric decided that telling stories of women, his brother, and his drunken self was the best way to pass time; although I hated to hear about other women and my mate in the same sentence, I knew better than to believe that my mate either flirted, talked, or even wanted to be where they were. Emrys knew I was his mate from the start.

On a crisp November morning, the inaugural assembly of the new Ember Circle convened in the renovated great hall of Montrose and Vale Estates its walls hung with Isabelle’s sketches from Prague and Bellford, each a testament to rediscovered history. Representatives from art, academia, and clergy gathered in a wide semicircle; at its center, a brazier held a single silver blue ember that pulsed like a heartbeat.

We need to go home,'' I do as told. The flight back to England was arranged in a rush. Emery didn't matter if it would cost trouble to other people who works for him and his family because he wants to go back home, he wants to go back to England. His father dying is affecting him; too much. I know, I'm not in his place to speak. As soon as we land, we are still jet-lagged but I hold back that thought because I need to be strong for Emery. The whole country was shocked when they heard the news but the royal family hasn't confirmed anything yet, they don't want to rush.

she replied, her voice firm and unyielding. Ken refused to back down, his resolve strengthening as he locked eyes with her. "I still want to know," he stated resolutely, unwilling to let go of his pursuit for the truth, even in the face of her cold demeanor. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the painful memories that she was about to share. With a tremor in her voice, Emilia began to unravel the complex web of her past. "When I first introduced myself, I mentioned that my family had ties to the Crawford Clan, one of the three great clans. But what I meant was that my family was indebted to the Crawford Clan. When I was born, my family made the decision to give me away, as some sag

There was messages from people I hadn’t spoken to in weeks, and a few I hadn’t expected to ever hear from again. Each alert brought another headline. Each more brutal than the last: BREAKING: EMERY – THE DESTRUCTION OF TWO BROTHERS, KILLIAN AND TOBIAS. EMERY: THE SEDUCTRESS CAUGHT BETWEEN RIVALS. IS EMERY A GOLD DIGGER? SOCIALITE CAUGHT IN LOVE TRIANGLE. THE WOMAN BEHIND THE BROKEN BROTHERHOOD – EMERY’S ROLE IN KILLIAN & TOBIAS’S FALLING OUT.