Sweetheart Emiko Novels & Stories

I wanted to be able to protect everyone just as much as Matteo could, especially if I was going to be their luna. We came across a little girl playing in the field. Emi. She was about five years old, the youngest wolf we had at the moment. There were a few other children in our pack but they were older than her. Emi was my favorite. She was so sweet all the time and could make any day better. "What are you doing out here?" I asked as I approached her with a smile. "Picking some flowers." She responded as she held up the dandelions in her hand.

The idiot followed me inside, right on my heels. A few people were hanging around outside the bakery, watching a game on the TV mounted out front. Cassandra and Sussie, the two girls who were always gushing over their idol, who was also a jerk, weren’t around today. Probably because Yuan didn’t have a game last night, so there weren’t any replays for them to watch. "Hey, Neo! The man beside you is handsome. Is he a friend of yours?" Aling Susan asked with a warm smile as she handed over my bag of pandesal.

She aimed to project boldness, but her efforts faltered, revealing her underlying trepidation. He leaned back in his chair, savoring the tension he had created. "I've missed you so much, my sweetheart," he replied, his choice of endearment eliciting a surge of revulsion within Ember. The word "sweetheart" held no warmth or affection for her. It was a symbol of his possessiveness, a reminder of the manipulation and pain she had endured. "Get lost," Ember said firmly, her voice laced with defiance. However, her words seemed to amuse him rather than deter him.