Death Of Emma Walker Novels & Stories

,I smile at her. "Whiskey neat",I order and focus back on Emma or her stage name Em. She is beautiful I think as she dances around and dipping low letting some men to slip hundreds in her g string. I sip my Whiskey while Jack watches her dance and I can tell he misses his mate Sarah. We lost her to a rogue attack a few years ago and he hasn't chosen another. I haven't found my mate yet and I seriously doubt I will any time soon. For now I'm going to enjoy myself by fucking whoever I want. Emma moves closer and I get a whiff of vanilla and chocolate making me sit up. What the fuck?

Emily tries to force a smile, convincing herself that everything is not real. "I'm afraid that's not the case," Death said. "What's going to happen to me now?" Emily asked. Her knees are still shaking. "Come with me. You'll find it out." Death made a hand gesture that invites Emily to follow him. Death started walking and Emily followed him. They walked through the people that are gathering around the accident scene. The remainder of the night is silent. Emily is still stunned about what happened to her. "Take my hand," Death demanded.

In one blow, his head rolls away from his lifeless body. I feel a tug on my chest, “my Luna”. She must have felt that. Zak takes my blade and we exit the building as the incinerators dispose of his body. I quickly run upstairs to the apartment where I find Emma, curled into a ball on the couch. “My love”. I wrap myself around her, “I’m so sorry”. She wipes her tears, “it had to be done Liam. Doesn’t mean I didn’t feel it”. I hold her for another ten minutes when I offer a bubble bath.

“Great, just great Avery. I'm glad you left on your own and faked your death, then I wouldn't have to bother killing you myself. I am not a murderer and I will never shed any blood unless I have to, unlike your father.” “Go ahead, blame him for their death. We both know I also lost my sister too in that raid. When you are done faulting another, you can get yourself some therapy. It is not too damn expensive for a CEO like you.” She stormed to the door, her hands falling on the doorknob. “I am not Avery, Avery died five years ago. You killed her. I am Emma now.” “....” “You keep to your lane and I will keep to mine. Hope we never meet again, Ex- mate!”

Maddy looks towards me and replied " yeah, anything " Taking a deep breath in, I spoke " Emma is dead. "

"Rebecca, what if the rogues didn't act alone? What if someone from our pack helped them?" Before Rebecca could answer, they heard a scream from the direction of the main camp. Alex and Rebecca ran as fast as they could back toward the camp. When they arrived, they found chaos. More werewolves were collapsing. The ones who had been poisoned earlier were getting worse. And Sarah was standing over one of the sick werewolves with tears in her eyes. "Alex," Sarah called out when she saw him. "Emma just died." Alex felt like someone had stabbed him in the heart. Emma was only nineteen years old. She had joined their pack six months ago after her family was killed by rogues.

"Alpha Metcalfe?" "Yes. You're safe now Emma. You're home." I gesture her inside. "Come. Sit. We need to talk." She follows hesitantly. Sits on the edge of the couch. "Where's Lyra? Is she okay? Can I see her?" My heart breaks all over again. "Emma. I'm so sorry. But your sister... she died yesterday. She was executed for betraying the pack. For spying for Asher." Her face crumples. "No. No she wouldn't. She wouldn't betray anyone. She's good. She's kind. She's—"

' 'Grab her and let's leave this place,' I said and the trackers moved in on her. Emma did the unexpected, she slit herself in the throat. We all watched in shock as she drowned in her own blood. I had not expected her to do that. After what felt like minutes, I walked over to her body to see that I hadn't imagined that Emma slit her own throat. 'Get her body and take it to the prison. We will join you soon,' Uncle Marcus said to the guards. I was too stunned to believe what was happening. Despite the fact that her crime was felony and her death was inevitable I had just not imagined it that way.

Emma. Draven stood and whined. He had to keep the gate open for the others to get through. Emma walked toward me with a gun in her hand. I tried to crawl away. Her expression was dark and malevolent. “I’m going to kill you. You ruined everything for me.” Draven barked at the people scurrying to get to the gateway. Hang on. I called Noah for help, Draven said in my mind. I peered over at him. Emma swung her gun at him and a cold knot formed in my stomach.

Emma would need to recover fully, both physically and mentally. After a week, Emma was discharged. Morris had her back at his place. She did nothing as all her needs were attended to. Morris bought expensive things for her, flowers, and made sure she laughed all the time. Even on occasions he had to leave for work, which Emma didn't take much interest in, he sent messages to check on her. Her departmental people visited too, with Allen informing her that she was on sick leave. She was also informed that numerous officers had died that night. She was broken. Allen also informed Emma that Jim had been found slaughtered in his mansion with his guards. There was no evidence as to who did it, as