Emma Langevin Mga Nobela at Kwento

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

“Put this on your lips.” “My point is this: I want to be treated like you and get hit on by some guys there. What is this?” Kelanar takes and looks at it. “You put it on your lips, Kelanar.” “Oh, I see. it's lipstick. Why did you buy me lipstick?” She looks at him curiously, trying to figure him out. “It’s for the bottle, in case anyone asks.” “Oh ok.” Kelanar puts it on her lips. “Do you think you will dance?”

When she came out of the room she had on a long red dress that hugged her figure nicely. We went back to the library and I watched Ember help Levana the divination witch leave the place she had been waiting for us. Ember held Levana’s hand as we walked the halls trying to find our way to leave the castle. Bastet ran ahead of us, checking for a way out, and seemed to be leading the correct way.

All three of them are annoyingly handsome and total players. Devin changed for the better. He better have, or I’ll castrate him with my bare hands if he makes my sister cry again. “Miss Reed.” Emma, my personal assistant, entered my office. Her baby bump protruding proudly while she holds a bunch of folders in her hands. “Yeah?” I sipped the last of my coffee, set down the cream-colored mug, looking up at my P.A. “The three applicants are ready.” She handed me the stack of papers she’s holding.

The elevator opens and I make my way to my office. " Good morning Emilia." Naya, my assistant says to me as I approach her. Her office is before mine as you have to get through her to see me. Naya has been my assistant for 4 years now and I really liked her. She was an African American woman and of course,beautiful like all dark skinned women. I've always loved them maybe because my maternal grandmother is a black woman. Naya was six years older and despite her being my assistant, I always respected her.

I took my jacket off and placed it on the table as I heard Malachi walking towards the living room. “Malachi Sinclair,” I said and turned around. “How did you get in here?” He asked me and I noticed him looking at my arm. “I was struck by lightning when I was seventeen,” I said to him and smiled. “Lichtenburg figures usually disappear after a few days,” he said to me. “Guess I’m special like that,” I said and sat down on the couch. “You have me at a disadvantage, you know my name but I don’t know yours,” he said to me and in that moment I knew he was a mind reader as his eyes searched mine.

She said. She searched her counters for her carkey as she raced around, beads of sweat forming around her forehead as she began to pant, it wasn’t rocket science to figure, she too was loosing it. And Amy might have been very good with anxieties. “Calm down Ms Dempsey” She didn’t know when she reached for her hands and it was as she turned to her, Regina pulled her in for a lasting hug, on whose shoulders, she wept on. That was what she needed in that moment because the bottled emotions, she’d realized wasn’t healthy.

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."