Jemima Boone Novels & Stories

They could not trust either of them. A beautiful woman appeared amongst the countless powerhouses. Her white dress fluttered with the wind and radiated with an ethereal aura. She stepped out of the crowd and looked at James with teary eyes. “A-Are you really James Caden?” Yemima was in disbelief. She could not believe the man she had spent so much time with was a human. Yemima knew that Wyot was aware of Xezal’s existence and that she was the patriarch’s personal maid. She had a very high status within the Doom Race.

“Get me my sandals.” A nine-year-old Jumi sat at her dressing table adjusting the small jewels on the earrings pinned to her ears. In the corner of the room, Merea sat down with embroidery in her lap. She kept an eye on Phoenix’s movement. She was a constant presence whether Phoenix was working for Jumi. The heart of the wicked knows no rest and that was true for Merea, she felt Phoenix was going to try to harm Jumi which was why she kept a close watch on her every time the both of them were together.

Two medics stood beside her with a stretcher. The helicopter hovered above the pool. A rope came down. The woman in the coat slid down the rope. She walked to Clara. She looked at Clara with sorrow and pride. "My name is Colonel Kemi Benson " she said. "I am your mothers sister." Clara was confused. "My mothers sister...? But my mother was Helen Vance..." "Helen Vance was your mother " Colonel Kemi said. "Your real mother was Sierra Benson. She died after giving birth to triplets."

She hadn't intended for things to escalate this way, but a lot of forces at play even she couldn't control. When Emma had first come to her as a personal assistant, she had recognized something in her, a resilience. But she never imagined that Emma would become such a central piece in this dangerous game. Jeff’s threats were the tipping point. His sudden appearance had brought chaos to her carefully structured world. She clenched her fists at the thought of him. Jeff. He was unpredictable, but she knew his methods well enough to anticipate what was coming next.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

In the middle of the night during such a hot summer, mosquitoes were particularly fierce in their attacks. "Ah, it's alright, it's alright. I'm so old, I'm not afraid of mosquito bites," the elderly woman said, quickly declining Emma's gesture. "It's okay," Emma smiled and said, "We're all doing this for our children. It’s not easy for anyone." Emma's words opened up the floodgates of conversation for the elderly woman who introduced herself as Jemima. "Absolutely! All this is just to get our kids into kindergarten. "Why are you here standing in line in the middle of the night? Where's your husband?" Jemima asked.

“Not my fault you have short legs, Bambi.” The woman bared her teeth at him, which only made Alexander chuckle in sheer delight before she quickly schooled her expression, clearing her throat as she faced Orion and me. “Oh, I am so sorry for my bad manners,” she smiled softly, her voice melodic and sweet. "The boss of mine just takes pleasure in my pain.” She shot Alexander a pointed look before turning to beam at us. I nodded my head slowly, not understanding the dynamic going on. “I'm Jemma. Mr. Knight's personal assistant,” she introduced herself politely. As she shifted her weight, I noticed her face grimace slightly before she masked it so that I almost thought my eyes had imagined it.