Novel & Cerita Hello I'm Emu Otori

He looked up and caught her staring at him. “Uh, hi,” she said awkwardly in a small voice that couldn’t be heard over the noise of the lawn mower. She was embarrassed to have been caught staring. The guy turned off the lawn mower. “Hi. I’m Matt. You’re are?” “Emilia. You’ve probably heard about me already…” “What?” “Those photos and the memes all over the internet yesterday. That was me.” “I don’t check the internet much.” “Thank God,” she muttered. “Huh?”

Within a minute, she had speed-drawn the faces of the four assailants on each leaf of the pad and handed them to Ricardo. It took only a glance at one of the pictures for Ricardo to say, "Facial recognition won't be necessary. I have an identification for you. Emilio Juarez." "Wait, you knew those clowns?" Kei quirked an eyebrow. "A clown," he corrected, pointing to the drawing of a Verdi-bearded Latino man in his late thirties. "Emilio Juarez was a Colombian hacker who joined Os Buscadores three years ago; and while I didn't know him much on a personal level, he and I have coordinated on enough missions to consider him my friend, or at least a very close colleague."

shit. “Emmy? Are you alright? Someone’s there with you Emmy?” it was Dumeny. His voice was concerned. I know the warrior must have told him how I asked him to bring me an alar and other item. Now he won’t stop until he got the proper explanation. “Emmy? Emmy! There was a earthquake or something.” He started banging the door harder. I glanced back and forth in between the door and back of Moona. She didn’t back even now.

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

"Hello, Daniel. I know you must be super busy. I want to ask you out. Can you? Sure, I'll be there. I'm Emerald, by the way." I smiled and held the cellphone—exit one charge hole and into the other crocodile cage. I entered the room and saw that Edmund was still sipping the drink. I looked at him sharply. You watch! You will bend your knees to me. The mission begins, Em! 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰

As I turned to walk away, I heard a voice behind me. “Hi there, I’m Evelyn Myers,” she said, extending her hand towards me. Startled, I looked up to find her standing right in front of me, her hand outstretched and a friendly smile on her face. “Oh, hi!” I stammered, quickly taking her hand in a firm handshake. “I’m Emilio. Emilio Rodrigo.” “It’s nice to meet you, Emilio,” she said warmly. “I noticed you were waiting. How can I help you?”

Why am I stuttering like a fool? Emilio smirked and approached me, taking strands of my hair and tucking them behind my ear. "Why are you stuttering? You were never this shy when talking to me in the past?" He raised my chin to gaze directly at him. His voice was calm, airily and husky. "I don't know s-sir..." I gave the most honest response. He flashed me a charming smile, "My name is Emilio. Call me that. It gets boring hearing you call me sir always"

I looked back and saw Emily’s mum running out of the house and towards us with a huge smile on her face which I instantly returned. I searched my memories to see if I caught her name earlier in the house but I found out that she hadn't actually introduced herself to me. “Hello, It's just Eira, please, ” I mumbled slowly with a smile. Honestly, I was literally tired of the “Miraculous” everyone added to my healer title everywhere I went. If it's just Healer, it will be fine. No matter how much I thought I was used to it, I always cringe when I'm being called with that title way excessively.

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“Good morning, dear.” When the old man moved to hug her, Emma immediately embraced him. But Zane could see that confused look in her eyes as she gazed at him and then at Yoko before saying, “Good morning, Mr. Alfred.” “This is Yosuke Hanamura. He's my new personal assistant.” Zane said, still getting used to that fact. “He goes by Yoko for short.” After pulling away from Mr. Alfred, Emma smiled at Yoko and said, “Welcome to our home Mr. Hanamura.”