Meruem Quotes Novels & Stories

he explained, though vaguely. Mrs Emerson nodded her head slowly as her gaze flickered onto me for a moment. She then repeated her question, “and your spirit was?” “Shouldn’t it be obvious?” Rem asked, cracking a wry grin. When his grandmother showed how unimpressed she was, Rem answered, “a wolf.”

"If I remember correctly, that night you were just craving an orgasm." —Orgasms—, Ezequiel empathizes. —Plural—. I roll my eyes and know Jeremiah sees me in the rearview mirror because of his laughter. “Are you still in denial?” he asks. —Denial about...—, I ask immediately. —Your ability to have these little things called feelings—.

"Wooaaahhh" "Go on Emer" "Sureeeee" Emeryk laugh. "But that'll be a little late today because I want to appreciate my gorgeous lady today"The guest went mume,The Mack's exchange a glance "She is always my number one supporter,my dream,the only reason I could be alive today,so many people will wonder who is this gorgeous woman I'm speaking about and y'all might not know because I won't say the name"

she said “ Although I am usually very good with faces. I never forget a face once I've seen it. So, I guess I can't forget yours.” “ Well ma'am, I'm just glad to be here today,” Emery said. “I must say, I am excited about the opportunity to work for this company”

" We all know about the prophecy, but that's not true, that's not you in the newspapers! you're not a killer, you have a big heart and you disserve to be loved! " his mother's words grabbed Umera's attention. As he howls in sadness, moving his feet away from Gerald's head. " What if, it's the truth? I killed people, many of them! I don't deserve love. " Umera howled the words while getting away from Gerald to let the Alpha breathe, looking at his mother. " Everything would be okay son! Don't take Gerald's curse please! " Rena begged for the last time opening her arms for Umera to hug her before Umera looks at the werewolf Gerald on the ground.

“It’s not just that, you know. Emerson once said something that stuck with me.” I glanced at her curiously. “What did he say?” She hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to share, before finally speaking. “It was a beautiful afternoon. I remember the sun was pouring through the windows, warming the room. Emerson was sitting on the carpet with Liam, playing with one of his little toy cars. He looked so different—relaxed, almost peaceful. Then he said, ‘Liam always reminds me of my lost baby.’” The air in the room seemed to shift, her words settling heavily between us.

I find myself growling at her. But I don’t want to yell at Mammon, I love her. Don’t I? Before I can clear the fog from my brain Remiel speaks up, introducing himself to Eve. “I’m here visiting my Uncle Luc.” He tells her enthusiastically. “I wanted to show him how tall I got since the last time that he’s seen me.” He puffs up his chest with pride. The sight of the innocence of my nephew begins to work on clearing the fog that keeps muddling up my brain. Moments before the fog can completely dissipate a new thought pops into my mind.

With biting sarcasm, Qemal sneered, "Liam, you think you're entitled to eat? Are you worthy? Weren't you bragging about how great you are? Not just some deadbeat living off my sister's generosity. You boasted that this private room was a mere 75 thousand dollars, didn't you? Then show some backbone and don't eat!" Qemal's words were more than just harsh; they cut deep, and Liam's expression darkened instantly. Little Jovie, overhearing the exchange, felt her eyes well up with hurtful tears, her lips quivering as she fought back the urge to cry.

My phone buzzes with a text from Killian: “CNN wants a live interview tonight. Alec's reviewing security protocols for increased media attention.” “This is insane,” I mutter. “This is what happens when you tell the truth in front of three thousand people and the cameras are rolling,” Mel says. “Women are sharing the video everywhere, adding their own stories. Look.” She shows me social media posts—hundreds of them. Women writing about leaving abusive relationships, starting businesses, going back to school, finding their voices. All of them using #EmeryWolfeInspires, all of them sharing pieces of their own journeys.

Emilia retorted immediately. “Then be with me, and I’ll make you a Queen,” Remus urged, and I scoffed at his offer. “I want nothing to do with your empire. Now, return Cercei to Lucian,” Emilia demanded, her voice growing in anger. “No!” Remus instantly refused, and my jaw clenched at his response. “Well then,” We heard a loud gun click from the other side of the line.” “You’ve known me for a long time; you know I don’t make empty threats or bluffs. Goodbye, Remus,” Emilia declared, her voice was firm.