Lars X Emerald Novels & Stories

Alexis kindly greeted Alistair and Edmund, while Georgia and Greta stood motionless behind Alexis. "Good morning, Your Majesty Emperor Edmund and Prince Nicholas. I'm sorry if I disturbed your rest time," said Alexis, she bowed in front of Alistair and Edmund. "Alexis, don't call me the emperor because now my son, Nicholas, is the emperor," Edmund replied. "Yes, Your Majesty," said Alexis, she was a little surprised when she heard that Nicholas had become emperor in Emerald, so was Scarlett and Greta just as surprised as Alexis. "Please sit Alexis, Greta and Georgia," Edmund added, then he sat down beside Alistair and started a conversation with Georgia.

She has straight shoulder-length black hair and dark blue hazel-coloured eyes. “Hi, my name is Emerald,” I tell them. “That is the coolest name. Is it because of your eyes?” Draven asks. “Yeah, mom and dad tell me that they are the color of emeralds,” I say. “Here comes trouble.” Lyra snorts.

Although, Lars did remember Edwin told him there were allied mythfolks assisting him along. With a heavy heart, Lars let go of Hymeno and returned to the penthouse with Edwin. Lars didn't talk much since then and just watched the skyline of Al Tarf washed by the golden glow of sunset. He held out the purple diamond of Len's memento, caressing its smooth resin surface. "I'm sorry, Lars. Are you alright?" Edwin said, approaching Lars from behind. Lars smiled briskly. "I feel like I'm turned into a Scion in a really wrong time."

Okay boys, let's have dinner first before we continue this discussion," Lia said. They sighed and followed Lia. They all eat in silence. After dinner, Alex told them to go to the study. Mew excused himself to make a call first. When Mew entered and settled beside his man, Gulf asked right away. "Can you tell me now about Emerald?" he said Alex handed a picture to him. That is James Harris. Emerald's owner. He's a wicked man. The don of a mafia group called Serpents," Alex told them. "It suits him. A snake indeed," Lia intercepted. Alex chuckled before continuing.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

I exclaimed. Emerald smiled, extending her hand. "Nice to meet you, Sarah. I've heard a lot about you." I shook her hand, still marveling at the identical resemblance. "Nice to meet you too, Emerald." Ethan chuckled. "Be careful, they can be a handful." Emberly playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, Ethan's just jealous because we always gang up on him." Emerald grinned mischievously. "Twice the trouble, twice the fun."

His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead, and his amber eyes burned like molten gold in the dim light. He didn’t look at Carlos at first. He was holding something. The bundle dripped steadily onto the floor. Carlos’s stomach turned to ice. “Tell me that is not what I think it is,” he growled, stalking forward. Lars’s gaze finally lifted, locking on him with an eerie calm. His mouth curled into something between a smile and a snarl. “I came to return what belongs to you,” Lars said, his voice low and carrying, the kind of voice that made the hair on the back of every warrior’s neck rise.

I have to make him submit to me, and the only way is sex! Yes! Finally, Emerald has another weapon against Edmund Arrogant, this bastard! 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰

he told her. The two of them dashed one after the other up the many flights of spiral stairs until they came to the stairs with a panel of dark glass covering them. The atmosphere was quite unsettling. The room was dark and dimly lit with reddish lighting, concrete walls, empty space, and wooden floor boards, a drastic departure form the lower levels. "Here," he said to her, indicating a carved lit piece of glass with Almast's serpent embossed, "this is a key code reader."

"Shane, I need you to promise to kee my secret." "I'll take it to the grave, my lady." "Your crew?" "If they speak a word, they'll die." "Shane?" "Look, I'm sure our paths will cross agian." She went to say something else when Marvin walke throught the door. "Pardon me, captain, but it appears that The Emerald took much more significant damage than we did."