The Past Should Stay Dead Emarosa Novels & Stories

“You know, this is like a dream I had.” Looking back behind her towards the sea, Mory pulled on Haldir’s arm to stop. “Hold up. I did see this place before. ” Putting his arms around her back, Haldir kissed her temple. “Since you came here?” Shaking her head slowly as she wiped away her tears, Mory smiled. “No. You won’t believe me. Maybe it’s not real; I don’t know. When I…when I died, I came here. Just for a few minutes, I think.” Looking around the air in front of her, Mory turned back to the cobblestone path and pointed down the road. “This way.”

She walked up to Loren, who was lying on the floor; his leg was wounded and covered with blood. "So, you aren't as strong as I thought huh?" He said, and Theo and Jane facepalmed in disappointment. He was dead. "I guess you're not strong enough to find out who I am." She said, and he looked at her with anger in his eyes. Her eyes seemed to be dead; there were no emotions, no pain, no regret, no anger. "Let me help you." She said as she bent down. "Summer Astley." She whispered in his ear. His eyes widened on hearing that name, and he started trembling with fear.

Dove furrowed her brows and sat on the bed. “ It's not like we killed that Daemon ” Dove said bitterly. “ Let's just celebrate with them, I mean it's their first festival in three years, right? Amaria ” Teresa said, looking at Amaria but she didn't reply, she wasn't even listening to them. She was lost in her thoughts as she stared out the window, watching the people celebrate with bright smiles on their faces. “ Amaria? ” Teresa called again, Amaria flinched and turned back, Teresa shook her head and asked, “ what's wrong? ”

"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." ***

It seemed like a ghost was before them. "As some of you might recognize me. I am Karis Reynolds, former Mrs Karis De Marco and presently Madam Esmeralda from Sky Link, and yes, I am back from the dead to join my family to celebrate such a joyous occasion. The celebration of the engagement of my sweet step-sister Emma Reynolds and my not-so-charming ex-husband, Xander." Everyone's eyes were on me, and despite the fact I had a confident smile on my face, I was nervous deep down because of him.

Finally on what felt like the hundredth time, she picked my call. “ Hello….” But that wasn't Emelia's voice. “ Hi, please I want to talk to the owner of thr phone.” “ Hi, Cassius's this May.” “Hi May, can you please pass the phone to Emelia? I need to talk to her about something important.” “ Am very sorry, she won't be able to talk to you…..” She heaved loudly “ Why?” “ Actually…….. Maverick is dead,” she said, her voice cracking.

She lived happily with Raoul until old age and died peacefully before moving on to another world without any memories. Then, what about Emilio? Well, although he mostly looks crazy, he also split his soul into three. Emilio in the first world is a melancholic man. He's quiet, and the perfect embodiment and puppet for Melisa. It was only after Ariana died that his evil nature began to emerge. He killed many people, and fell completely into madness.

Faced with the bloody reality of their actions, Caspian and Fenris were speechless. "Now tell me, do you still want me to forgive you?" Emma pulled her robe back on. "You want me to come home so you can 'cherish' me some more?" "Emma..." Caspian tried to find the words, but she was already turning away. "Don't come back," Emma said without looking over her shoulder. "The girl you knew died a long time ago. The woman standing here has nothing to do with you." Suddenly, Marcus stepped out from the estate. He had been watching from the shadows, his fists clenched in fury since the moment Emma showed her scars.