Eremika Family Novels & Stories

But I don’t want my mate wandering around; it really didn’t sit right with me. “What do you want to tell me about?” I asked, reminding her of why she was here. “It’s about Emery; she isn’t who you all think she is, and thank goodness you’ve all seen that for yourself, which means she’s indeed connected to the hybrid’s family,” she replied, confusing me. “The hybrid family? It’s been long since anyone last heard from them, so how’s Emery related to them?” “Laura? Emilia’s mom is a hybrid’s daughter, same with Emilia and Lilian with…”

Was her memory really that bad? That same afternoon, Emery secretly brought his daughter Witta back to the country. He had no intention of letting anyone know that he was returning; if possible, he would have left secretly. He just wanted to visit his sister, brother, and Hatice. Until now, he still didn't know where her grave was. He thought she was dead. "Is this our home?" Just getting off the plane, Witta looked at the completely unfamiliar scenery but had a strangely good feeling. "That's right, this is our real home," Emery said affectionately. "Your mother and I also knew each other here, and you were born here too."

To prove my point, let me tell you about Emerald. She joined our pack when she was three, and from the time she showed up, my whole family was in love with her. My mother, Luna Esma, thinks Emerald hung the moon, and I have no fight because I do too. And my father loves to joke about how she has me in a chokehold but can not fool me because anything Emerald wants, she gets. She might have to fight, but it's all a front, so my Alpha father feels he's still in control.

Seeing him, looking at me that way reminded me of his dad¾their eyes, the emotion, everything. "Chaos is your Papa, Erom," I insisted. He gave me a small smile and nodded. "Yes, he is. But ... he's not my real father, Mom." "How did you... How did you say he wasn't your father?" Erom averted his eyes and played the glass with his hands. "Because a family has to live together in one house, right?" he spoke softly and looked at me again. "You and Papa are always good to each other po. But despite of it, we're not living in one roof," he pointed out.

"Sorry." Mas shook his head. Didn't say anything. Of all the Amatucci family siblings, I found him the most complex. He treated Corrie, Ryker's sister, with care and love. But was able to flash to full violence in the blink of an eye. I wondered what he carried around with him that made that kind of vacillation necessary. "Where are we on finding any viable DNA of Amara's?" Rafe asked. No one answered. Turo looked at me. Raised a brow.

He sighed for a moment. “My father was a hard man. He ruled by fear. Even my mother feared him. They were not true mates you see, their marriage was one of convince. She was a born from a high-ranking family from the continent, the Tomal family. “Tomal?” The name felt familiar to me, yet I couldn’t place where I had heard it. “Yes, Erika Tomal. My father excepted her willingly, knowing the prestige that being connected to one of the wealthiest families would bring him.

"Why does it matter to you?" Marlowe asked, once they'd left the dispersing crowd behind. "A week ago you were treating me like a threat requiring careful containment. Now you're publicly aligning yourself with me in front of the entire Sovereign Seven's usual audience." Emeric was peaceful for several steps before answering, his voice carrying a weight notably more honest than his usual cautious precision. "Because I've spent the past week reading through records my family has kept sealed for two centuries," he said. "And what I've found doesn't match the story every Founding family has told itself about why the Duskmere line was erased."

Dad explains. “She gave you a fake name? Did she ever tell you who she was or about her family?” A man asked. “I had no reason to believe that Emmie wasn’t her real name. All she told about her family was that they were in Sicily and that she had two older brothers, and her parents were wealthy. To be honest, I was in love, so I didn’t really care. She had Yesaria put a glamour on me. She explained that it was to protect me from her family's enemies. I never really questioned it. I guess I should have. We had been together in secret for three years when Sienna was born. I was awe-struck by how much Sienna looked like her mother with her emerald green eyes and hair the colour of the

"Caleb Arden will not let it pass. He will use it as an excuse. As a reason. As a blade." Lucian's mind was racing. "But why? Emery was a traitor. He conspired against the crown. He—" "I don't know why," Edric interrupted. "I only know that it will happen. I have seen it." Lucian fell silent. His thoughts were spinning, churning, piecing together fragments of information he had not known he possessed. Emery's family. They were alive. His wife. His children. They had been granted sanctuary in Thornwick. They had been protected.

Emelia said proudly of her skills in cooking. The table was set,Vincent sat on the head's chair,on his left Emilia and on right Emiliena.I sat beside her while Damien chose to be close to his mother. "So Emerald tell me about yourself?I mean your family and where do you work?"Emelia started. "The risotto is delicious.I have never had such taste before.I dine in the best Italian restaurant of U.S.A but trust me they are nothing in front of this food paradise."I begun answering her first by praising her exceptional cooking skills,"I have my grandparents.They own a shipyard company.We build light weighted fishing boats.I am currently working under my grandfather,soon I'll take his position as t