Emerald Green Movie Novels & Stories

My eyes widened and I cleared my throat, looking away, suddenly feeling hot. “Where are we?” “We’re at Emerald Lake; a symbol of fidelity, beauty, and love. This place is known to be a romantic hotspot of the academy. The gentle green waters cast such a pleasurable look over the land. It’s such a beautiful place, don’t you think so?” “Mm.” I nodded, taking in the scenery of the entire place. He leaned over to my ears, his lips on my ear lobe, “That’s why I made you wear green. I made a good choice, didn’t I?” His voice was low and teasing.

It doesn’t reach her eyes. My instincts scream. Something is wrong. But I can’t make a move. Not yet. Not without Eva. Then I see it—green eyes. Not hazel like Jake’s. Not the soft amber I expected. Emerald, deep and unwavering, watching me too closely. My breath hitches. Either I’m wrong, or something else is terribly right—and I don’t know which scares me more.

“She always looks good in emerald.” I turned to look at him, surprised at how certain he sounded. It wasn’t just a throwaway comment. He meant it. And… he wasn’t wrong. Deep green did suit me. It brought out the warmth in my complexion and darkened my eyes in a way I had always liked. “Yes,” I said slowly, still watching him, still trying to figure out how he knew that. “Emerald is a good call. And something with a classic style. I’d prefer not to look like a chandelier.”

Benjamin remained composed, and Victoria was more on edge in comparison. Wendy was also nervous. She clasped her hands and prayed, "May it be the finest emerald. May luck be on our side!" Several muscular men pulled the cut rock apart. All the lights in the room were directed at the gemstone. "Wow!" A deep, dark green sparkled enticingly under the beams of light. Most of the audience stood up unwittingly as they gaped and marveled at the sight. Wendy let out a shrill scream and sprung up from her seat. "It is the finest emerald! We're rich!"

He said, "You can't turn something fake into real or real into fake. Quentin's a pro at jewelry. He'll figure it out." Quentin, the top jewelry expert, knew his stuff. He nodded, got up, and took a good look at the necklace. He knew right away it was the real deal. To be extra sure, he used his little flashlight and saw the colors dancing around, showing off their fancy and regal beauty. Even though he had seen lots of jewelry, Quentin was still amazed. His voice shaking, he said, "This is a super rare Imperial Green emerald necklace!" Everyone gasped, totally blown away.

I scrubbed away the tension of the day, letting the water run over my shoulders as I tried to calm my racing thoughts. In the closet, I selected a long emerald-green silk dress. The fabric shimmered as I moved, hugging my curves just enough to feel elegant, and the deep green brought out the colour of my eyes. My hair fell in soft waves down my back, a perfect complement to the dress’s plunging neckline. I stepped into the bedroom. Emerson was sitting on the edge of the bed, his face a storm of concentrated frustration as he laced his shoes. His jaw was set, his brow furrowed. Even in his anger, he was so breathtaking.

Or the simple fact that for all the years I spent running from the mess I made, it still called me back in moments like this. The brunch was elegant in that effortless way Emerald always commanded. Linen-draped tables scattered across a perfectly manicured lawn. Citrus trees blooming nearby. Waiters gliding around like ghosts in white shirts. Laughter in the air. Sunshine on polished silverware. But when Emerald stood, the world quieted. And I watched her from the back row. She wore a pale green dress—something soft and light that moved when the breeze touched it. Her hair was down. Simple. Intentional.

A green gem with a turtle-shaped frame had captured her heart. "This is too beautiful, Frank," Susan sighed, shaking her head briefly, implying that she was not worthy of receiving such a valuable gift. Frank widened his smile. "There is no jewel too beautiful for the woman who gave birth to my wife." The others subconsciously extended their necks. They were curious about what the pendant necklace looked like. When Frank lifted it to put it on Susan, everyone was amazed. "Is that emerald?" Vivian squinted. "No, Mrs. Bell," Emily said in her excited little voice. "I think it's a green diamond, one of the rarest gems in the world!"

But refusing a direct order—especially from the Beta’s daughter—was worse. So she lifted her chin, just a little. Let Marla see her. Emerald. That was always the word people used when they talked about Lillieth’s eyes, if they didn’t know she could hear them: emerald. Fierce. Poison green. Eyes that looked like they’d been stolen from something older than wolves. For a breath, Marla’s lips thinned. Lillieth knew what she saw. She’d seen it in the mirror when she’d been foolish and hopeful enough to look into one, years ago.

Emmy shot back at him getting up to call security when Gerald held her hand pulling her to the wall and slamming his hands on it. She squeaked in her boots as her heart fluttered in mysterious ways and she hated it, his breath was intense on her now and his deep ocean captivating eyes were holding hers. They stared at each other for a while not moving or doing anything just staring and intense breathing. “ Get..back..get off me” Emerald stuttered finally regaining her senses when she heard a knock on the door, she straightened up trying to control her breathing before turning back to take a sit. “ Come in” Emerald announced hoping Gerald would just disappear into thin air she hated the mixed