Emma And Hook Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Hot and sticky. They stayed there panting. Bodies slick with sweat. The drug still humming in their veins. Making everything feel hazy and addictive. Damon looked down at her. His expression intense. “This changes everything. You are mine now.” Ava’s heart raced. Reality started creeping back in. Emma. The party upstairs. The massive mistake they had just made. But as Damon leaned down to kiss her again. Slow and deep. She knew she was already hooked. Staying away was no longer an option.

Caroline cast her gaze between the two ladies, a sly grin tantalizing her lips. "You two are acquainted? How delightful. This is the person my son foolishly married, Ema, sweetheart. Meet Ema, the future Luna of this pack and Bruce's true mate, Amelia." It seemed to Amelia that there was no longer any ground beneath her feet. She turned to Ema, looking for traces of the warmth and friendship that had once characterized their relationship on her friend's face.

Emma lifted her hand and gently placed my fingers back on her neck like she was daring me. “You can try again,” she whispered, eyes glittering. “If you need further confirmation.” She waited for a beat, but I couldn't do anything. My hands remained slack around her neck as I stared at her in absolute shock. This wasn't the sweet, innocent, and docile Emma that I knew. This was a witch, a demon in a skin. When I didn't do anything, she pushed my hands away and sat up, smoothed her robe, and looked down at me like I was already beneath her.

Emma replied, making Henry’s anger vanish completely. He bit her neck again, rougher, and then moved to her lips. He took it between his teeth and tugged, and Emma gasped. Her pulse was a hummingbird’s wings beating against her skin arousing Henry’s dark desires. She whimpered from his rough touch and the sound of her throat drove Henry wild. “F**k, my little vixen… You’re surely a poison in my life…” Henry’s throat swelled thick with desires, he released her throat and attacked her clothes.

“Mmm, possessive. I like it.” He pressed harder, his thumb sliding over her bottom lip, forcing her mouth open just slightly. “I’m not joking.” Emma’s gaze locked on his, defiant but trembling with excitement. “Good. Because I don’t want anyone else.” She leaned up, licking his thumb, then biting it lightly before he pulled it away. The tension stretched between them, electric and dangerous. Hayes knew he was unraveling, knew this was going too far. But the thought of Emma laughing, smiling, touching someone else? It made his chest burn with a rage he hadn’t felt in years.

Emma studied me for a moment before tilting her head. "You’re his mate, aren’t you?" she asked gently. I stiffened at her words. "No, I’m not," I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. Emma didn’t seem convinced. "You can deny it all you want, but Damien doesn’t claim anyone unless he’s certain." I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling sick. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be his mate. My stomach churned at the thought. Emma sighed, placing a hand on her belly as she looked at me with sympathy. "I know this must be scary for you," she said softly. "I know what it’s like to be thrown into a world you don’t fully understand." I narrowed my eyes at her. "I understand this world more t

The Fae leader raised his hand and flung her across the room with a wave of energy. She crashed against the wall. Her body ached. But she stood up slowly. Her heart still pounded with rage. She turned back to the hanging figures. The ones with the hoods. She walked toward them but they didn’t move. The metal strings above them glowed red hot. Emma reached out, her hand shook. She gripped one of the hoods and pulled it back. The face under it made her freeze. Her mouth opened but no words came out. Her knees nearly gave way.

Emma stood beside him, gazing at the stars. “You know,” she began, her voice soft, “I used to dream about moments like this. Peaceful, beautiful nights where everything felt...right.” Ethan glanced at her. “And does this feel right?” Emma turned to him, her eyes reflecting the starlight. “It does.” The vulnerability in her voice tugged at Ethan’s heart. Without thinking, he reached for her hand, interlacing their fingers. “I never imagined I’d find someone like you, Emma. You’ve changed everything for me.”

Tony groaned, replacing Rob’s hand with his own, keeping hers pressed there as he shifted under her touch. “If you were a real slut wife…” Rob said, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her ear to his mouth, “…you’d have my cock in your mouth by now.” Emma shuddered. Her body betrayed her again, a fresh wave of arousal flooding through her. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. None of it. But she couldn’t stop. Her head was spinning from the wine, from the heat of it all. She was dizzy and needy and so far gone.

I know it was, but we were close to figuring shit out. "I know, brother. I sigh as I cover her up, We are close to catching them in their lies. We need a few more days. "I stroke Emma's cheek. "We may lose her Ty. I can feel in our bond that she is pulling away and sad. If we keep pushing, we could lose her, "I growl. I didn't want to lose her, but I really wanted to catch Hazel and the other two in a lie or plotting against us. Hazel was all over us when we stepped out of the family wing at the clubhouse, and Emma gagged each time.