Jemima Boone Novels & Stories

Emma I saw the smile disappear from Jenna and Mom’s faces while the three CEOs looked at each other in confusion. Jenna looked at Ara, still dumbfounded, and Ara acknowledged her with a nod and a smile. “No… No… No… There has to be some mistake,” Ben commented. He put his hand on top of his head and looked at Mr. Mills before continuing. “Did you actually call her Moon Healer?” “Well, yes,” Mr. Mills answered with conviction. “Emma Webber is none other than the famous Moon Healer of Medcare Pharma.”

“We see you.” Joel's question would have to wait. Because truthfully, as much as she was incapable of hating a person, at this point, she couldn't say she liked him either. ~~~ Jemina came from a well-off family. Her dad was a retired Sergeant and her mom, a Surgeon in a big hospital. Jemina was the last of four kids. Two of her siblings were married while one was in University; therefore, Jemina was the only kid living with her parents.

Emily quickly said. Wait. Emma? "Emma?" I asked, and the three of them looked at each other as if I were the last to know something. "That's my cue to leave and arrange our fake passports," Josh said, leaving in a hurry and slamming the door forcefully. "No beating around the bush!" Justin said, looking at emily. She sighed and then began to speak. "Tyler, Emma was Johanna's mother. In other words, she's your grandmother." WHAT? "Are you guys kidding me?"

I put it in my boots. "Please where are we??."I asked her. "This is the Thompson club."She said . "Can I take a train from this place to crescent palace."I asked again. She looked at me weirdly."That place has been bought by the government." "Ok." "Can I spend night here,I don't mind sleeping on the floor."Bethany continued. "I have an even better idea."She said. "What is it.". "We are currently looking for waitress ,you could work here."She said.

Grabbing her passport and visa she dumped the rest of the things in her backpack. There wasn't much that she had carried back while coming down to Seattle. The room held many more memories than her age. Each corner of the house held her mom's voice, her dad's fun events, and their happily ever afterlife. While she was busy packing her father was pacing downstairs holding a cell phone tightly in his palm. Tyler was trying to call Jeremy who was the only trusted man he had. On the third RI,n,g Jeremy picked up the call looking at the wall clock.

“ Brenda “ Mrs Jones spoke up making her freeze in her steps, she turned to look at the middle aged doctor that seemed to have grown older a few days ago. “ Had you figured out the main reason for this, why Amelia would do this to herself ?” Brenda realised what exactly she meant and shook her head “ we hadn’t reached that step yet in our conversations but I guess I know the cause “ she whispered back remembering the news that had spread so widely that night, even though she had never got a copy she still read it on the internet during her research “ Really, then what’s the reason ?” Mrs Jones replied finally looking up from the depth of her palms, she really wanted to know why a beautiful w

They nodded. "Great." I crossed my legs, getting all the more comfortable. "May I know what exactly you're into?" Jemima looked particularly excited to answer that one. I could learn a thing or two about it. "Um," she knelt on the couch and placed a hand on her waist while she stroked her chin with a couple of fingers from the other one. She must really love a lot of them. "I like it when he pulls my hair, blindfolds, whips and canes, wax play." She paused, taking in some air.

We all looked at each other wondering what had happened. I was the first to move, taking long strides up the stairs to her room. I opened the door to Aimee’s room slowly. There stood in magnificent blue light, the mother of all our kind, Selene the moon goddess. she was one of the most beautiful beings I had ever seen, second to my Aimee. Her hair was white as snow and she wore the most elegant dress, it swirled around her like it was alive. My eyes flew to Aimee, who was floating in a mass of swirling blue light. Selene raised a finger to her lips,

She purses her lips and waves her hand, Gesturing me to continue. "George's daughter. J-Jazmin... She, Uhm.." How will I tell her this? She nods her head, telling me to go on. "Jazmin is not just the firstborn daughter of George. She's... she's Bonnie." There, I said it. Her eyes widen, but not a single word comes from her mouth. She put her right hand on her chest then back to her mouth. Then she said, "Oh my god! As in Angel Bonnie Ramirez?"

As she and her mate, Timothy Whitewood, run quickly in middle of the night, while carrying on Jeremiah hand in hand. Her blonde hair keeps waving in disheveled; her heartbeat becomes faster to pump more oxygen into her lung. She never runs so fast like this in her entire life. She even throws her five cm-high heels to quicken her pace. “Selena, your shoes.” Timothy reminds her while rushing to match up her speed. “Just ignore it.” She replies short. She then makes off her house barefoot. It is a modest two story house made from bricks and hard woods. Next to her house is the Brownfur’s house, which is now nothing but wreckage, after King Jayden ordered the imperial army to burn it down thirt