Novels by Emma Storm

Marcus’ POVMy mind wandered about, trying to imagine why she wasn't taking her calls, considering the fact that it was already 9am and the carteen must have served her dinner an hour ago which would have given her enough time to be in her room at this hour. I dialed the number over and over again, but it was still the same result. The series of dial tone beeps on and on until the call was cut. The only two reasons I could think of was either she was asleep or she just didn't want to talk to me. But both reasons seemed strange due to the fact that I knew Tallulah never slept early nor would she want to avoid speaking to me. We hadn't gotten into any dispute lately, and most importantly, the last time we parted after she strode into her dorm, her chins were flushed against her will with a warm smile across her lips. I could feel a smirk creeping across my lips as I thought of how perfect she looked as she walked away into the girl's dormitory with her box trailing behind her. Even t

Lililan's POV The sight of the three siblings, Tallulah, Marcus and Kathie leaving the house in the sparkling Ferrari threw my mind into tides of thoughts as I wondered how their school would be like and how they would cope now that they would be away from home during the weekdays. I wasn't that worried about Marcus since he had already been in school for four years, graduating with a perfect grade. My concern was about the girls, Kathie and Lula. Before I graduated highschool, I had met Tallulah's father and had an affair with him that changed my life forever. My dream of going to college to study a course which would help me do what I loved was destroyed with the sight of that strange but handsome fellow. When I found out I was pregnant and was far from the prevention stage, I kept the secret away from my grandmother who I loved since I had lost my parents when I was just ten years old. Life was already rough for us since she and my uncle struggled to pay the fees and afford m

Kathie’s POV I reached for her waist, wanting to reciprocate her caresses, but I felt powerless beneath her touch. I just couldn't keep up. One second, she was tracing circles against my pussy, and the next, her fingers were sliding into my pants, underneath my underwear. Her fingertips rubbed my clit gently, and her lips trailed down the nape of my neck, settling just above my chest. Then her tongue rolled out, its wetness sliding deep into my cleavage. “Oh, God.” I whimpered. My legs propped up, and my waist arched forward against her. Then she stopped kissing, her eyes locking with mine. “I’m going to start with one, okay? If it hurts, just say so and I'll stop.” I nodded, keeping my eyes on her. Moans and grunts flew through my parted lips when her finger pushed into me. Her gentle strokes messed with my senses, but her slow pace kept me wanting. “Keep going.” I muttered. I reached down to grab her wrist, pulling her deeper into me. My body begged her to quicken her p

Kathie’s POV I found myself unable to move or even speak, as though I were helplessly hypnotized by every move she made. Her glasses came off. Then she tucked one leg over the other in a meditative pose. My gaze wandered against my will, lingering on her thighs which were now slightly visible beneath her shorts. “Kathie… Hello…” “Huh,” I mumbled. “Where did you go?” “Sorry. My mind wandered off.” “I asked about your age.” “Oh, I'm almost 18.” I muttered. She chuckled. “So you're 17,” I nodded. She sighed, then shrugged. “Okay... As long as you promise not to sentence me to a world of lawsuits and prison cells, then we're good.” I nodded again, desperately. “Of course.” “Great.” She beamed. “Give me your phone.” For a second, I froze. “I would use mine but I'm charging it.” she added. I handed her my phone and watched as she typed something before scrolling down for what felt like eternity. “This should do.” She turned the screen toward me. It was an image of a guy

Kathie’s POV The first three days of school made me realize that being a fresher wasn't a big deal. That surge of panic that filled my veins when we drove into the school's vicinity had completely disappeared, replaced with tiredness from having to attend lectures everyday while studying in preparation for the midterm which was still far ahead. But there was another uninvited panic I was struggling to overcome, the panic that came with being around my roommate, Bella Terrance. There was something about her which I couldn't quite understand, something that resurrected the souls of the dead butterflies in my stomach. She was always on her PC, typing quickly in a manner that puzzled me, the sound of her Taos filling the air with her eyes fixed on the dark screen in full concentration. Her black glasses matched her raven hair which flowed down to her back. She would bite down on her lower lip every now and then as she tried to think of what to write. Eventually, I learned to suppre

Tallulah's POV “I think we should probably wait for him outside.” I muttered, hopping off the bed. “No,” I stopped myself. “Waiting for a guy out there would make me seem desperate. What if he doesn't show?” With a sigh, I sat back on the bed and pulled out my phone, scrolling through Connor’s messages again. 'Hey, Tallulah. I was thinking we could maybe meet later today. Would that be okay? I’m thinking… 4pm.' I agreed, asking him where we should meet. He answered almost immediately. 'I would say, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise.' That was four hours ago. Now it was five minutes past four, and he still hadn’t shown up. I remembered the uneasiness I’d felt when he offered to pick me up from the school dorm and drive us somewhere secret. He seemed harmless when we met at the cafeteria yesterday, but I couldn’t shake the thought that maybe he was just pretending to be a good guy. My roommate, Casey, had agreed to tag along when I asked, and now, as I bickered on and on,