Jemima Boone Novels & Stories

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

She had high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a beautiful, warm smile. It was my first encounter with a female Bwengbonyu hunter, and I must admit, it surprised me. She towered over me, just a tad shorter than Rafael, who matched Jensen in height but differed in muscle mass. "I'm Emily," she introduced herself. "And I know a great deal about the Weavers of Shadows." I glanced at Jensen, who gave a nod. "She's my wife. You can trust her." I let out a breath of relief. "Thank you. I suppose we can delve into this once our current discussion concludes. So, what's the good news?"

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

Emily would listen, nodding politely, but her mind was always elsewhere, lost in memories of her brothers and the life she had left behind. Inishola, perceptive and understanding, gave her space. He sensed her sadness and tried to comfort her in his way, providing her with books to read and encouraging her to explore the vast estate. He even arranged for her to have her horse, a beautiful black mare named Nyx, hoping that riding might bring her some joy.

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.

“I can’t do this, Tilly. Dad’s gonna be home this week. Maybe if he’d make it on Thursday, he’ll consider signing my waiver. Besides, I got my acceptance letter for college. I haven’t shown it to Mara because I want dad to read it first. Maybe… maybe if he’ll see it then… he’ll let me go?” Tilly rolled her eyes in a frustrated way before she stuck the last piece of her egg pie inside her mouth. “Whatever.” Tilly waved her hand in a sassy way. “I should’ve known that you ain’t gonna listen to me. I forgot that you’re Jemimah Beaufort.” My brows furrowed. “And what does that supposed to mean?” “Ugh! Expecting you to commit a mistake intentionally is like waiting for pigs to fly or for Chris Ev

I would have been happy if I hadn't been thinking of Julia. Julia also told me that she wanted me to be her friend forever but nothing really last forever. Now I have a trust issue. //WyByCa

Emmett leaves his office and heads into Lester’s. He couldn’t hide the worry on his face as he takes a seat on Lester’s sofa. “I have Aunty Josie coming tomorrow” he states as Lester glances up from his paperwork. “We need her help with Hawkeye.” “Is getting Maxwell Springfield and Jeremy O’Connor that difficult you need to involve her?” Lester questions. He knows who Josephine Boyle is to Simone and Emmett and wanted to make sure this was the only viable move Emmett could make.

he replied modestly before asking, "Where's Jemma?" Suddenly, the room fell into a moment of realization as they scanned the area, noticing Jemma's absence. All eyes turned toward the staircase as Jemma descended, a vision in a simple yet elegant pink gown that accentuated her youthful grace. At sixteen, she exuded a vibrant aura, the epitome of teenage beauty with an effortless charm that captivated those around her.

Making her son look like a weirdo for not liking what socialites love. "Werewolf." Finn. "Finn, do you want to play with Boone?" "Really?!" Finn was ecstatic that he was able to play rather than stay in the party. "Boone, are you okay with that?" This time she asked Boone. He looked at his Mom first and waited for her permission. Emelie didn't like the idea but she didn't want to look like a villain for disagreeing on her offer. Especially now that she still needs to befriend the Thompson.