The Past Should Stay Dead Emarosa Novels & Stories

he corrected before the applause was heard again. “His wife is very beautiful, and I didn’t know that she was the one who developed the Mobile Ace Clash!” someone from beside Emerose exclaimed. She had no idea about what the gamers were saying, but she still felt furious because she knew that they were praising Emerald. Because of all the good things that she keeps on hearing about her little sister, Emerose decided to leave and look for another place to stay as she watches everything that happens during the launching. As she walked, she accidentally went to the back stage and continued walking until she reached the dressing room. “Keep your eyes on the boy and don’t let him out of your sigh

But she remained still, frozen in place by the gravity of the past and the uncertainty of the future. As the door clicked shut behind him, Emma let out a shaky breath. The room felt colder, emptier. She stood up, walking over to the large window that overlooked the city skyline. The lights flickered below, distant and unreachable, much like the life she had once dreamed of with Sam. She wasn’t sure what the future held, but one thing was clear, her past wasn’t as buried as she had thought.

Emma. Fuck!

Must be one hell of a joker, I thought in my mind. " Ember, calm down, I am not joking with you, do you know me as someone who jokes" "I'm really sorry dear" his voice came in again. " You aren't safe there, Ember, if those that did that to your family, found your family estate, no matter how secluded it was, it means they know where you are and they might be coming for you" he whispered. "I spoke with my father, yesterday's evening, what do you mean by he's dead" I screamed into the phone

The girl lowered her head again and was silent for a moment after saying that, Eros couldn't bear to see her. "Okay, so I will make an offer to you, Alea. Incidentally, I have to get married so that no more thugs will disturb my life, and you can run away from Mr. Adam and then continue your dream, but on the condition that you are my wife," explained Eros, he really wanted Emma to know that he could easily find a replacement for her, then take his revenge on David and Emma. Don't forget his parents! Eros must immediately find a substitute for Emma so that his parents will not worry.

Gray moon with two gray spots. “Why two?” Em asked her once while they sat under a Both Tree. Nova shrugged, tossing a petal in the air. “One for the sky. One for me. One to remember, one to know I’m allowed to forget a little.” Em laughed. It was the first time he’d laughed in months. “You’ll be a good Rememberer.” “I’ll make it lighter,” Nova said. Em died at 250. Not in battle. Not in bleeding. He died under Luna’s Heart, lying on his back, watching the moons.

She swallowed before placing a hand on the sobbing woman's shoulders, "my name is Mary. What is your name?" "Ejima," was all the woman said without breaking her attention from the corpse. "This man, what is he to you" Ejima sniffed, "he is my son" "I see," Mary squeezed the woman's shoulders with assurance. "What I just told you is our limit. However, there is someone who can help this dead man." The almond-skinned woman wiped her eyes again. If she believed any words Mary had said, her sorrowful expression did not show. "Not even the gods can help a dead man, yet you say there is one? Who is that being?"

He kept glancing up at the stands every chance he got, prompting several disgusted hollers from his coach of, "Get in the game! What the hell's the matter with you, Moreno?" He hadn't seen her at the game, but then she did say she had to work. There was still a chance she'd make the party. Looking across the street at the lights coming from the DJ in the backyard, anxiousness crept up his spine. "Hold on, give me a sec." He downed some of his water. "Just take it in with you," Romero said. "I'm ready to get my groove on." Angel turned to Eric who shrugged. He took another long swig. "All right, I'm ready."

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Officer Will took the call with sorrow. Grim Marie had taken her own life. She was found in the bath with expensive-smelling bubbles and a candle. She had used a razor. He wished this hadn’t surprised him. His heart felt heavy, but he tried to convince himself that at least she was at peace now, enfolded in the arms of her mother and her daughter. A third little urn lined up on the shelf, perhaps. At least the pain and misery of her hunt for The Wolf was over.