Jemima Boone Novels & Stories

I said, my voice softening. I led her to the old cabin on the edge of our territory. It was small and secluded, the kind of place where secrets could be shared without fear of eavesdropping. Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of pine and dust. Sunlight slanted through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor. “Sit,” I offered, but Jemima stayed standing, her arms crossed defensively. Her stance mirrored my own—guarded, watchful. “Who do you think sent that rogue?” she asked bluntly.

text message " Boone : Jade came out to the jeep Jade: Okay, I'm coming. Is Bodhi with you, too ? Bohdi: I'm here to princess. Jade: Good, I missed you . I'll meet yall at the jeep. end text "

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

Questions swirled in her mind, a whirlwind of uncertainty and wonder. "What does all this mean? How did I come to be a part of this ancient lineage?" Emma whispered to herself, her voice filled with awe and confusion. Emma Reynolds was, the daughter of Eliza Reynolds and Edgar Reynolds, major guardians of the Moonrise Legacy, unknowingly Emma had inherited her mother's legacy. Tragically, Eliza had lost her life in battle a few weeks after giving birth to Emma. Taking the oath, that he would go wherever his wife went, Edgar took a knife, and stabbed himself to death too.

"Congratulations on not being a hermit." Atlas slid into the booth. "I promised, didn’t I?" They ordered sodas and cheap bar food. The conversation was easier here, surrounded by noise and people. Wren talked about her uncle's temper, Milo about his little sister who still thought the curse was just a story. Then Nova showed up. She looked different. Less guarded. She wore a threadbare hoodie and ripped jeans, her hair braided over one shoulder. "Hey," she said, sliding in next to Atlas. "Didn’t think you’d come."

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

within a few minutes, every student gathered in the cemetery once again. Max explained the situation to students before they started looking for her; they could not even follow footsteps because they had walked out of there a few moments ago. Ash felt the phone in his pocket vibrating; he pulled it out only to see principal Max's number flashing on the screen, it was saved contact name as ' Uncle Maxy ' realization came on him that Maya is blood-related to principal max made Ash even more nervous; of course, he did not show it but from inside he was freaking out. before the phone could vibrate again, its battery died.

Jade's POV It was finally Saturday, I could sit back and just enjoy the day or so I thought. My mum came back early this morning and suggested we all do a family bonding thing-- you'd think someone who just came back from pulling a night shift would be more tired-- even though Blake wasn't exactly part of the family, she thought that Blake and I were fighting and wanted to do this. "We're not fighting ma'am, I promise." he begged, he also wanted to stay in today, we all did. Jonathan was sporting a killer headache and I just wanted to sleep, maybe Blake still had that girl in his room and was thinking of ways to get her out.

The reason I was locked up often. People had tagged me the most beautiful female wolf in Dycan. It was a gift from my mom's bloodline . Her name was Artemis, the best harpist to ever tread the earth. She was also the most beautiful wolf among the twelve kingdoms. Fae's, foxes and vampires included. She in turn had inherited her beauty from my grandma, Gaya. Grandma passed away when I was three . Their beauty would continue to spread among their female offspring for generations to come.

I said drawing circles on Jessie's lap. Pushing my hand away, she asked, "Wait a minute, you said Jemima? As in Jemima Raymond, the famous model? How could you break up with such a beauty? This just goes to show that I am dispensable, just like she and the others, right?"