Lars X Emerald Novels & Stories

Smith UPDATE: The Sequal has been signed!!! The name of the book is called Emerald Eyed Luna: Grant's Revenge. I just signed it and if it isn't posted right now, you should see it in the next day or so. I found it on my laptop but not my mobile device as of right now but it will be available ASAP! Thank you!

Lars asked cautiously. Emrick made a growling sound that had no business coming from a human throat and before anyone could react, he turned on Lars and had him lifted by the throat, leaving his feet dangling inches off the floor. I handed the sword back to my father and tentatively touched his arm. He looked down at my hand then into my eyes. I watched in awe as his eyes turned back to sky blue. Lars was making gurgling noises and turning blue. “Emrick, let him go.” I whispered. He released his hold so suddenly, Lars slumped to the ground.

Covering his mouth, he feigned surprise, asking, “Wait a minute, did you actually think Director Levinson passed your audition?” I froze. “What do you mean?” Ralph took out his phone and turned on the speaker. “Director Levinson, how was Jacob’s acting?” From the other end came a disgusting, sickening chuckle. “Him? He’s just an amateur. You wouldn’t believe it. I told him to undo his belt, and he was all coy at first, but in the end, he did it anyway. He’s got no sense of shame whatsoever, yet he dreams of becoming a big star. What a joke.”

He didn’t want to be a creepy asshole or the womanizer people seemed to judge him for being, but damn, that girl had great legs. And not only legs, but also waist and hands and shoulders, that smile, and those collarbones. However, what bothered Ramsay most were those eyes. Those incredible emerald eyes of hers seemed to be so full of life and joy. The ones that hid something deeper behind them. The ones that he could see through, but not completely. Those eyes were constantly in his thoughts. Emmie. Emmie. Breathing her name as a curse, Ramsay rolled his eyes and shut the lid of his laptop before walking towards the door. The name of the pretty waitress flew around his brain the whole way t

Lindy speaks strictly. Emerald shakes her head sideways as she stands firmly and exclaims a loud, "Dad!” Her fists clench as she feels so angry. “Are you punishing me by forcing me to go to some random place to... to find myself?! To become a regular person?! I am not a regular person. I am Emerald Beckett! Daughter of the legendary Milo and Lindy Becket!!" "Are those the words you say to people to threaten them so they can follow all the things you say, huh Em?!" Milo placed his hands on his waists. "Huh, young lady?!"

~Emerald~ ‘Emerald, be careful with your decision. Don't let your empathy win. Nora will use this to beat you!’ I tilted my head after hearing these words from Lilian. She just reminds me about it, so I let out a deep breath. Lilian is right.

Chapter 007 *Salvatore pack* The Salvatore pack is currently in crisis, they'd hurt the Lycan's mate, it's not been easy for them and it sure won't end well…. Lisa's now awake but not yet okay, and her mum? Hates meliora to the core now. “I can't believe her!” Fred yelled walking into Lisa's ward. “Ah, ah” Lisa winced and Fred flew to her side “are you okay?”, he asked with care filled eyes.

My men were already surrounding us, guns drawn, pushing us toward the exit on the side of the building. Emery stumbled once — I caught her — and for a second, our eyes locked. This wasn’t control. This was war. And I would not let her become collateral. We made it back to the estate under lockdown. Paramedics. Armed guards. Mel was there, shouting into her phone, coordinating press suppression. But I didn’t hear any of it. Not really. Not until I found Emery pacing in the room, her hands shaking, her eyes wild. “You need to stop this,” she said the moment she saw me.

And I had to admit, she played the part well. The dress was deep emerald green, the kind of shade that caught the light like water on dark glass. Expensive fabric. Cut high on the neck, low on the back, hugging her waist like it had been tailored by a man who wanted to die for her. Classy. Strategic. Not made to seduce, but to be remembered. And it worked.