Lars X Emerald Novels & Stories

"Gina told me. She's told me of most of the mercenary groups. Of Greenbush, and Hedgeshadow. Of Pondgrass, and Merriway. All powerful, deceptive, and fierce in battle. Yet, none as powerful as the Night Witch." Talks like this made Karl hard, but thanks to the heat of Lexi's cherry, it provided just enough heat to keep him from aching out in pain, and thanks to her tender ministration, and the rhythmic movement of her body against him. Slow and steady. "I like this beautiful feel of you," Karl said. "I am holding back my pleasure." "And you are driving me mad." ***

Lindy's mom said gawking at Emerald. She was expecting her to wear big diamond earrings, diamond necklace and bangles with diamonds. Emerald was just wearing a simple yet elegant outfit, a linen square pants and a blouse No humongous diamond earrings, no diamond necklace. She only wore her wedding band, engagement ring, wrist watch and small diamond stud earrings. And despite wearing no makeup, she's stunning. Though she's in her mid - forties, Emerald looked like in her late twenties, about twenty nine years old. "Hi, I'm Emerald," Emerald said and reached out to shake their hands.

He stepped closer to her and she frowned, thinking what gave him so much confidence to step closer to her. She was about to walk away, but Larson grabbed her wrist. She looked at him like a wounded tigress. "Who gave you the permission to touch me, you lowlife?" She growled at him. "Your master!" He smirked, tightening his hold on her wrist. "I have permission to make you my slave for tonight..." "Egon can never do that!" She gritted. "Sadly, he did!" He shrugged. Emerald's blood started boiling, she wasn't expecting him to step so low. Disgust crawled in her body when Larson pulled her closer by twisting her wrist. She was seeing red, her eyes fell on the sword hanging on the wall of antiqu

I need to make a plan. What do I do now Emerald? I reach out to her. She whimpers. She’s been pretty sulky ever since I rejected Wesley. She replies by flashing me the image of those kind brown eyes again. Those aren’t Wesley’s eyes? I guess I’ll find out in about a week when Emerald can help me see. Ash’s POV

bs and my mood turns cold. I try my hardest to turn my emotions off, after all its just sex. Why should this bother me, it won’t be the first time I’ve done it without it being my choice. I open my eyes and coldly stare at Mark. I walk toward him with my face emotionally blank. I stop inches away from where he sits with his eyes glued to me. Reaching behind my back, I pulled the string that is holding my shirt up. As my blood red top falls to the floor, I kept my eyes on Mark. I watch as he stares at my bare breasts and felt a little more in control of the situation when his mouth dropped open. I move toward him and placed my legs on each side of his legs in a straddled position never takin

Her precious Emerald is her life and she will die if ever someone will take her away. =Sarsi=

Emerald reached out to stop him, her expression calm and resolute. “Alaric, that’s enough.” Their eyes locked. His dark pupils reflected her, his expression serious and intense, creating an inexplicable tension between them. Emerald recalled what Iris had told her. To most people, Emerald seemed harmless and easygoing, but in reality, she was always cautious—always building walls around herself, keeping others at a distance. The tears she shed on that rainy night were one of the few moments she let her true emotions show. It was as if she had built a wall of ice around herself, turning her defenses into sharp spikes that hurt her from within.

“I had a feeling that you are somehow related to him. I told Mr. Landers about you, and I really want to know, so can you let me have your DNA test?” “For what?” “For being Mr. Landers’ daughter.” “What? Are you crazy? I have my parents and family!” “Who are not good to you and never treated you like one. That is according to my investigation. I’m sorry if I must look into your life, but I stumbled upon it while searching for Ms. Ember. I know it was hard to digest everything I was telling you, but believe it or not, and I'm really sorry because I am excited about this. I will also be very happy if what my instinct tells me turns out to be the truth.” Emerald was quiet for a moment. Yes, nev

Emerald reminded himself of Luke's words. Witnessing his life lying lifeless in this deserted land, his eyes went blood-red and lavatic. He howled loudly. His tone filled with hatred, revenge and his body emitted death. Death of Evanora. The weapon in his hands dripping fresh drops of Scarlet's blood shined red and he marched towards Evanora who stood blankly not noticing how she ended up on the battlefield. But registering Emerald lashing towards her with his huge flapping wings, she started throwing all the fire, water, and airballs she was left with. Killing all the distance between them, Emerald came dangerously close to her. He smiled a sinister laugh.

He also smirks and nods, “Yes, Eliza. I’m yours.” She nods, and takes the ring. It’s a perfect fit, and she studies it on her hand. It’s a large round cut emerald, and the band looks like vines or branches, with four smaller emeralds as leaves. It’s smooth around her finger, and it matches perfectly with everything else. It looks perfect on her finger, and he smiles at her,