Euphemia Potter Novels & Stories

"Stop bringing this up! My mate will only be Zora. I'll go check on her and see if she's awake." He entered my ward, but I was nowhere to be seen. He immediately stopped Healer Petra and asked, "Where's Zora? She's just donated a kidney. Why isn't she in her ward?" Stunned, Healer Petra replied, "Was it the one who donated her kidney earlier? She died during surgery." Simon froze. He couldn't believe his ears. "What did you say?" Healer Petra repeated herself. After pondering for a while, she added, "Originally, I wanted to inform you guys after the surgery, but you didn't seem to care about her at all. You all left with another patient."

When they got in, she saw another set of guards, four of them, the one close to her by the door and the other ones across the room by the window, they were watching them both. "Sairham.." Doctor Hither called to her. "Doctor." She replied. Aurora wanted to see the face of the girl that Patricia had been talking about. The one who was pregnant and was infamous for being in the shortest coma ever known in the medical field, the one who Doctor Hither was compiling research on. She needed to see her face, how she looked like. So she walked further into the room. When she saw her, she gulped. God was unfair...he loved some people more than some. How could he create someone this gently beautiful,

Freya’s light blonde hair shimmered under the sun’s rays, framing her beautiful face. Eventually, Freya arrived at a two-story house with a well-kept lawn. She approached the front door, which was painted a deep shade of blue, and knocked twice. The door creaked open almost immediately, revealing Mrs. Pott, Elizabeth’s mother. She was a striking woman in her late forties, with deep brown eyes and skin the color of rich chocolate, her face radiating warmth and kindness as she greeted Freya with a smile. “Hey, Freya!” Mrs. Pott’s voice was melodic, her tone always carrying a hint of laughter. She stepped aside to let Freya in, wiping her hands on the apron she wore over her summer dress. The h

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

The other stripper before her grimaced. “Yeah, like she’d be proud you’re using her name for this job.” “Oh come on! Sex work is work!” Rose defended loudly. “How about you? What’s with Euphoria, pale girl?” She then turned to me when the latter ignored her. “She’s Cath. Am I right?” Another girl, whom I heard is Giana aka Victoria batted her eyes at me. Shyly, I nodded. “She’s young and she goes to school so she’s smart. Give it to her if she wants the name Euphoria.”

"We have found someone who looks exactly like the princess. She is going to pose as the princess until the Emperor finds a solution to the problem at hand Xisuthra adds. "What does the Emperor want me to do?" Pishtu asked. He did not understand what his father meant by someone else posing as the princess but he would have to see it by himself. "The woman would pretend to be very ill and go to the praying streams but instead she would go to the mansion on the east coast and learn all it is to learn about being a princess," Xisuthra said.

A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair. The boy was Eren, the child I had nearly given up half my life force to bring into the world. The woman was not me. I was Persephone, goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld, and Hades’s wife under every sacred law. Not long after, Nympha posted her own update on the social feed. In the illustration, my mother’s pomegranate brooch lay beside a small charm of laurel and asphodel, clumsily woven by a child’s hands. Beneath it, she wrote:

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

Anniston did see her. "Are you the woman from the memorial service?" Her voice spiked as she recognized the shoulder-length cut, and exclaimed, "I'm telling you, don't flatter yourself. Darwin's a heartless monster who doesn't care about you one bit. You're nothing but Fiona's stand-in!!" Fiona: "..." Clearly, Darwin's complicated past had rocked Anniston to her core. She... She had lost all the poise and grace of the Mr. Potter she once was.