Ernie Macmillan Novels & Stories

My beloved Betsy- he said with a moved voice, he loved his beautiful and gentle fiancée madly, just a year ago, they had been in the same place, in the same position, when he asked her to be his wife, and she with a resplendent smile had given an affirmative answer; Now he was trying to comfort her for the loss of her beloved little sister-she cries everything, there is a lot of evil in the world, and unfortunately Willemina was a victim of her, I put everything in my power, to be able to discover what Who did that irreparable damage, and prevent other people from being victims of that being- the man lovingly kissed her hands. One of the maids entered the living room - Miss Elizabeth, Sir Ha

Siya Rains As I wrapped up my class, I realized how distracted I was throughout it. I started teaching psychology at this well-known university three years ago. I was twenty-five years old when I had my first batch of students and I know as a teacher I am not supposed to have favourites but I did have one, Jimmy Miller. He was very smart and had recently got an internship at a recognized enterprise.

She paused for a while her hands at her back as she fidgeted clearly anxious, she looked at their curious gazes and began speaking again. "Someone special told me it is better to try than regret later for not trying, I would be disappointed if I don't get the part but I would be happy that I tried my best, I would just try again another time". She answered sincerely as they all stared at her emotionless, there was a drift in Miranda's eyes, something She couldn't understand . "Who is That Someone Special?". A deep rich unfamiliar voice spoke to her, The voice was deep and rich and was soothing to hear, it had a hint of British accent in it surprising Grace, the voice belonged to Mr Black who

The victorian era, with all the designated wings? What made it worse was that it apparently belonged to Mr King's estranged son that she had no interests knowing but already knew quite a lot about, thanks to the other maids. Apparently, he was in his late twenties, unmarried and very handsome; something they made a point to repeat to her whenever the opportunity arose.

But her brain just can't catch up. “Oh I can see that you don't know who I am, Eric, why don't you introduce us?” he said and gestured to Eric who's on the phone. “I'm currently -” “Mr MacMillies,the CEO of the MacMillies enterprise, father of the -CEO of the Ericmac Company, Woah it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person” Avery said smiling in excitement as she stretched her hands for a handshake. Mr MacMillies stood up and gave her a warm hug.

Nerves start swarming around my stomach. I remember how gorgeous he looked at my door step. It took everything in me not to react. Now, I will be in the open and unable to do anything to hide. Of course, if Rachael is here that will help. Regent Reginald steps back up a stage followed by another male that I don’t recognize. Who is that? “He’s cute, isn’t he?” Emma asks Erin. “Yes, he is.” She replies. “Who is he?” I ask.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Macmillan is from a very wealthy family, sometimes I wonder why he decided to live in a room with us when he can always ask for a room just for himself but instead he decided to stay with three other guys. Macmillan is warm and outgoing, he is so tall, I don't like standing next to him because it makes me feel invisible and I know it's contradictory to what I said earlier about wanting to be unnoticed. Macmillan’s ability is called Ink of unmaking, he named it himself. Macmillan can write anything anywhere and will it to become real. He can write silence in the air and sound vanishes completely for a hundred yards. And there's Orlando, he is so handsome, sometimes I feel like he is a Greek g