روايات وقصص ضمن The Past Should Stay Dead Emarosa

“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." ***

Like Emma mentioned something she shouldn't have said. Erza stood up, carrying the file. Before leaving, she reminded. "Don't think about it anymore. Leaving is not something you can do. It's best to be obedient." But Emma still had a question she wanted to ask Erza… "Lena! How is she?" This question succeeded in stopping Erza's footsteps. She turned around and answered. "She died." After Erza leaves, Emma once again falls into a state of helplessness. What does Erza mean? Why can't Emma leave this place? Why is Lena dead?

“You’ve said your piece.” Marcus chuckled, shaking his head. “So what’s the plan, Eros? Beat me until I beg? Kill me and dump my body somewhere no one will find?” Eros’ expression was unreadable. “Something like that.” Marcus clicked his tongue. “Killing me won’t change the past. Won’t erase what I did to her.” His eyes locked onto mine. “And it won’t take away the fact that, deep down, she still remembers what it felt like to be mine.”

Emmaline had no idea that someone would suddenly appear out of nowhere in her bland life that was deprived of love and stake his claim on her. The previous encounters with Damien were not only problematic for Damien but Emmaline too. She was more affected because of her naivety and fear that had her trapped in a loophole of unanswered questions. She escaped her reality and started a fresh life by burying the past behind but she can't erase Reina which was her indispensable part. She can't keep her deprived and yearning for her mate the whole life just because of her selfishness.

she said, and then she continued walking again. Amara’s forehead started creasing, left confused by Grace’s statement. Everlasting? “What do you mean by that?” she asked and then followed her. Grace’s lips curled up for a smile. Amara got more curious and would want to hear why the older woman said that she’s everlasting. She held the hem of Grace’s sleeve, stopping her from walking. “I want to know why you said I am everlasting...” she said, curiosity was written all over her face. “That’s what your name stands for, hon. Amara means everlasting in Latin,” Grace explained to her.

He inferred I raised my head in his direction and shot him a death glare, which made him keep shut and bend his head in remorse. I directed my gaze to Lucifer's daughter, and she also bent her head, trying her best to avoid eye contact with me. "Easy Rey," the processor said. "We all have our dark pasts, and you can't hold grudges."

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.