Emma Agreste Novels & Stories

She then turns to me and says, “The people of βρυκόλακας (Vrykolakas) have unanimously spoken and agreed that you are worthy of being their Queen. I Queen Amelia, guardian of Prince Adonis and Princess Emberlynn of the βρυκόλακας (Vrykolakas) kingdom, hereby pass the crown and all its responsibilities over to Emma Mason…” I look at her, surprised that she knew my last name. She just smiles and continues,

Marco Agosti and she said her name is Elaine Agosti. Yesterday, when I wanted her information, I got nothing but learned that she came into their life four years ago. If I'm not wrong, it was immediately after giving birth to Della. By Addison, her entire information seemed to be covered by a powerful figure and if I'm not wrong, Marco Agosti is the heir of Alberto Agosti, one of the most potent personalities in Italy. I see... "I've talked to Dr. Stephano already, he said you're good to go home." Marco's words broke my thoughts and Catherine agreed immediately. She got off the bed with his help.

Emma I saw the smile disappear from Jenna and Mom’s faces while the three CEOs looked at each other in confusion. Jenna looked at Ara, still dumbfounded, and Ara acknowledged her with a nod and a smile. “No… No… No… There has to be some mistake,” Ben commented. He put his hand on top of his head and looked at Mr. Mills before continuing. “Did you actually call her Moon Healer?” “Well, yes,” Mr. Mills answered with conviction. “Emma Webber is none other than the famous Moon Healer of Medcare Pharma.”

He adds. She was going to be a guest at her own wedding. The idea wasn’t so bad. After all, this wasn’t a normal wedding. Nodding in response, she turns her head away from him and gets lost in her thoughts. ************************************************************ The car pulls up at Bistro Le Cep, a popular French restaurant that only the richest in the country could afford. Liam leaves the car first and goes over to Emilia’s side to open the door. A valet approaches them and Liam hands the keys over to the young man as he leads the way to the restaurant.

Anna said "I know you are trying to console me and I appreciate it, but sometimes love is never enough. He showed me love, care and everything that I needed as his wife but I broke his trust and I can't forgive myself for it. But since he is taking a new wife o won't stand in the way of that" Amira said wiping away the drop of tears on her face Back in Vartell

“Perchance, whose hard work it is, Miss Campo?” Dr. Amara calmly asks. “Yours?” she added with a raised brow. She bore Alice with her cold gaze before she averted to look at the others. “You’re an employee of the F&D Group of Companies, more than being the fiancee of President Del Castilo, Miss Campo. So you're expected to work hard to earn your living. Whatever money Madame Abigail is getting from this company is what is due to her as a major stockholder. She wasn't stealing anything from all of you” With a cold smirk, Dr. Amara scanned the crowd before her gaze fixed on Alice.

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

Damien said, rubbing his head. "I would have gladly watched " , I told him. I linked beta Jax to set up a meeting for us with Agatha. Agatha was a seer. The only woman on the entire earth with the ability to give messages from the God's. She is also well versed in magic, though she is only half witch. If anyone knew what is wrong with us, it would be her.

She doubted Emma even knew who she was—girls like her didn't matter to someone like Emma. But she knew Emma very well. Who wouldn't? Emma was an heiress of the Arcega family—daughter of a hotel magnate. Emma wore a red, body-hugging mermaid cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that went down to her navel, revealing her creamy full breasts—making her suddenly self-conscious about her own chest. Her long, wavy hair was let down, cascading all the way to her waist. Emma had an innocent, angelic face—but that angel was definitely not from heaven. She looked like she came from hell with her insane hotness. She had a dangerously sexy body that could lure any man.

Amara whispered. ​Amara sat at the console, her fingers flying across the keys. She wasn't looking for a person; she was looking for a pattern of consumption. Elena was a woman of luxury—she had once been the intended bride of a Valenti. She wouldn't be hiding in a cellar; she would be hiding in a fortress of her own. ​"Track all high-end property leases in Malta and the Italian coast under L'Arena's subsidiaries," Amara directed. "And cross-reference it with the purchase of high-grade construction materials. If she knows Emiliano, she knows he builds with steel. She’ll be doing the same."