Emma And Noah Novels & Stories

Elder Ethan said in a calm voice. ‘I cannot believe this has happened to me.’ Emma said to herself as they walked through the woods together. “Emma, Emma.” Elder Ethan called out to her. “What’s on your mind?” “I don’t know who my parents are. I don’t even know if they’re dead or alive. I don’t know if they belonged here or not.” “Your blood will tell the story of your life here Emma. Have patience.” Elder Ethan was wise. When he saw Emma, he could not deny the striking resemblance between Emma and her late mother, Eliza.

Now Goddess has also given me an intuition through Emma. Better late than never. Ignoring the presence of Emma and Lucas, Noah lifted me in his arms making me drop my stick. "You people may carry on, Lucas. But please spare my office. Go and get a bed.” He bellowed. Before leaving the corridor I did peek at Noah’s shoulder to witness Emma's blushing face. By now both of them were staring at each other, not giving a damn about us. Once we were alone Noah teleported us to the garden where a candlelight dinner was set.

Audrey said as her mind wandered to last night. "Hahahaha... think if not they'll be another name-guessing game this night?" Noah said smiling as he walked out the door. "How the hell am I supposed to figure out his stupid name when my legs hurt" Audrey said angrily. "Give it time and rest it'll wear off in a few hours," Noah said. "Can he really hear me from that far?" Audrey asked herself. "Yes I can and for the record, it starts with an N" Noah replied from far away. Audrey wisely shut her mouth.

His hand found my arm as he spoke my name again. “Emma” “What do you want Caleb?” “I… Emma, I made a mistake. I shouldn't have–” “Don’t.” I held up a hand, my voice hard. “Don't you dare. You left me. You made your choice. I’ve moved on. So don't you dare come to me with this crap” I saw a pain which closely rivaled mine in his eyes. He was fighting to suppress it but I didn't care. No, I did care,but I didn't want to. Caleb had hurt me; he deserved to bear his cross.

Erin's P.O.V. Of all letters in the alphabet and fishes in the sea. It had to be him. "You? You're N?" I said in disbelief. A woman beside him asked, "Noah, you know her?" He couldn't even utter a word and just stared. How many women does this guy have?! Noah huh? Forget it. I'm flying back to Manila. I was about to turn my back when a woman with a petite build and blonde hair spoke and reached out her hand "Miss Morgan?"

I asked her, totally being confused. “Yes,” She pulled her to her side and held her arm, “She is going to be your wife in the future. Her name is Rachel Adams. Future CEO of Adams cooperatives.” She remarked. She had a wide smile which was kind of annoying to me. “I'm sorry, Noah. I should've probably introduced myself to you first.” “Why do you apologize, dear. He doesn't give interest in girls unlike other guys. So, he would've reacted the same if you weren't here.” My mom said, “Don't mind him.”

The car was loaded with boxes; the trunk was full, the back seat was full. "We might have gone overboard," I admitted, spearing a ravioli. "Nonsense," Noah said. He pulled the envelope of ultrasound photos out of his jacket pocket. He had refused to leave them in the car. He propped the photo against the salt shaker. "So," he said. "Emma Rose." "Emma Rose," I agreed. "It fits her." "Emma Rose Stone-West," Noah said. "Or... just West?" He looked at me carefully. It was a loaded question. We weren't married. We hadn't talked about marriage since that morning in bed.

“So that is why you’re excited? What’s a date?” “Emma. No more questions, okay? You’ll help uncle, right?” Emma sighed and cleaned her eyes with the back of her hand. “Okay.” She answered in a low tone. “Great! Let me get started! Sit back and watch!” *** Natasha got home, and as she walked through the hallway, she could hear Emma and Noah laughing very hard. ‘What is it this time?’ She thought. She got to Noah’s room and opened the door. “Ta-da!” She yelled, and they both looked at her.

At the end of the day, I trusted Emma even more than I trusted myself. "Deacon." With care and something that resembled regret, Emma circled her fingers around my wrist and removed my hand from her face. "I need to tell you something. Noah and I are . . . we're sort of dating." The teasing vibe I'd been enjoying froze within me. "You are? Since when?" "Since about three weeks ago." I leaned back. "You told me there was nothing between you." Emma smoothed one hand over the side of a goat who had lay down in the grass between her knees. "I didn't say that exactly. I said we were good friends, and we were. We are. Things just . . . evolved."