Emma And Hook Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Anna I couldn’t stop looking at the woman that was in front of me. She walked closer to me and wrapped her hands around me, pulling me into a hug and that was only when I realized that it was real and I wasn’t dreaming. Emma- my Emma was really standing in front of me. She was alive and well after all these years. I had cried and looked for her every day even after I was told she bribed in the fire, I had refused to give up on my search for her because they provided me with no body.

Emma smiled and then nodded. "Like in Hawaii. -Max hearing her say that, still had his hand trapping her jaw, he leaned down and kissed her passionately, with his other hand, he caressed the edge of the opening of her silk robe, she moaned as he slid inside and tugged on her nipple, pulling another moan against his mouth, Max was so turned on he swore he could come in there, like that, just listening to her. He pulled away and Emma was barely opening her eyes, her mouth was red and swollen, but what he loved to see most, were those cheeks tinted that shade of pink he'd seen in Hawaii and every time he remembered her, it was the first thing he liked to look at. “But you have to know, it can't

Now, she’d gone and swiped the keycard from her father’s assistant—of course she had—and was perched on the long leather couch with a smirk that could bring any man to his knees. “Are you seriously dragging me into another illegal hookup?” I asked, shutting the door behind us and locking it. Emma leaned back, crossing her legs slowly, her short plaid skirt rising scandalously high. “You didn’t seem to complain last time.” “Yeah, because last time was a supply closet and we got away with it.” She raised a brow. “You’re scared now?” I stepped closer, tension sparking between us like flint on steel. “Of getting caught by a professor in this room? Hell yes.”

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. The night was far from over. And neither of them was ready to walk away.

Cute. “Yeah, do you smoke?” Hookah at the beginning of fall might not be exactly my style, but I liked the idea of letting her try something new. She toyed with her dainty gold necklace as she rested her cheek on her hand. “I’ve only ever tried a few cigarettes in college,” Emma’s voice trailed off, and some sort of innocence about her made me want to simultaneously corrupt and protect her. She was a frail little thing, and I wanted to be the one to break her and put her back together.

As I lean my head on the sofa, she is already leaning closer towards me before placing her head on my shoulder. ''So . . . is Emma going to die?'' My question seem to have caught her off guard as she smacks me on the shoulder, leaving me groaning in pain before chuckling. She has always shipped Emma and Hook together, no doubt she would be upset if anything happens to them. She looks up at me, ''If you're going to stay here and watch, you're going to keep quiet or I'm going to castrate you.'' She says, threatening me which causes me to laugh before nodding my head and lean back, eyes drooping at the screen.

I quickly leave Elijah and walk over to the car and get inside. "Well that's one heck of a way to let your mate know you are very much alive and cheating on the mate bond," Emma says and I feel how all blood leaves my head

Emma said, her voice shaking, but full of defiance. Damon’s expression darkened, his lips curling into a cruel, mirthless smile. “You really think you can escape me?” “You don’t own me, Damon. You never did,” she whispered, though the words felt foreign on her tongue. For the first time, Emma saw the full extent of Damon’s madness. His grip on her tightened, his knuckles turning white, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her blood run cold. His smile faded into something darker, more dangerous.

"Pfft yeah you do, look at you so concerned for your Math teacher. Emma, he's old, he has a full life and he can't do things I can do for you." "What exactly you can do for me?" She asked folding her arms and giving me the world of attitude. Wish she didn't ask that question. "What can Clarke do for you huh? Well, let me show you what I can do, close your eyes." I told her. She refused, by rolling her eyes and looking away from me, but she did as told and I managed to latch my lips to hers. Before I knew it, my hands slowly went up to her skirt. She tried moving my hand, but there was no way I was backing out from this one, I locked both her hands behind her back with one of mines. With the

Just as she was. “But I can be her. I can be Grace for you, if that’s what you’d like,” Emma said. She tried not to feel any sympathy for him. This is a business deal, she thought. Just a business deal. Will scoffed and sat up, trying to put as much distance between them without getting off the bed. How could he mistake this hooker for his Grace? Now that she was cleaned up, it was clear she was beautiful. And under other circumstances, he’d had every intention of finishing what they started. But not like this.