Emma Castle Novels & Stories

I pushed open the door seeing Emma once more. “Hurry. I don't want to get in trouble.” Emma started down the hall. Numerous doors lined the walls leading to gods knows where. Stained glass windows hung throughout the castle with lush drapes slung across. Damn this kid moved fast! Emma was already at the end if the hall. I sped up my pace. We stopped at a door. Which appeared the same as all the other doors. “Is this it?” I asked curiously. “Yup. Good luck.” She then skipped away.

“Good morning. Rickshaw, isn’t it? I’m Emma Fleming. I’ve come to return a book to His Grace.” Although he had only set eyes on her once before, Rickshaw remembered his master’s youngest ward perfectly. As she stepped daintily over the threshold of Delmere House, a picture in a confection of lilac muslin, he gathered his wits to murmur, “His Grace is not presently at home, miss. Perhaps his secretary, Mr. Cunnings, could assist you.” Rickshaw rolled one majestic eye toward a hovering footman who immediately, if reluctantly, disappeared in the direction of the back office frequented by the Duke’s secretary.

Charles looked directly into Harry’s sharp eyes and nodded resolutely, “Alright, I agree. I will find a way to address the matter you mentioned. However, I want your assurance that this won't influence Emma’s reputation.” “Of course, I am more concerned about her reputation than anyone else.” [...] The following week, at the Handerson family's Main House. The luxurious Rolls Royce Cullinan finally came to a halt in front of the grand mansion. The royal gates automatically opened to welcome it. As the car parked in the colorful grand hall, a guard approached, opened the door, and courteously greeted: "Sir, ma'am, everyone is waiting for you inside. Please come in." Emma linked arms with Harry

Though, at the same time, they would regard him or her as a God. *** The next few days, Emma was happy jumping from side to side of the Dukedom. However, she could not go any farther from the inner Estate, as he made her promise. She conceded though, she was not that powerful to jump that further and pass the enchantment arrays around. "Did you hear?" Emma was inside the library of the Main mansion again, this time she promised not to go out and wait for him to come and take her. It was getting late, but she still waited in a corner while reading more books.

Camelia POV My mouth dropped as the truth sank in. Everyone knows CASTLE - the conglomerate that owns shopping malls, estates, and pharmaceutical companies across the country, with branches spanning the globe. And I, Camelia, was in a contract marriage with the owner of this empire. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. I had been so focused on seizing the opportunity that I never stopped to consider who Henry really was… “It's alright,” the woman said, her voice calm this time around. She had to be surprised — but nowhere near as stunned as I was.

Sera's breath caught hard in her throat. Ember Academy — Chapter 26: The Instructor's Truth "Instructor Renna." Sera's voice came out barely above a whisper, disbelief and horror tangled together in equal measure. "You're the one who was in that stairwell." Renna's face, illuminated fully now by pale moonlight through the chapel's broken roof, looked older than Sera had ever seen it, lined with something that might have been guilt, might have been exhaustion, might have been both combined into something she'd been carrying silently for far too long.

I threatened, "I'll make you regret it." A small figure darted out from behind a nearby table. Emma, dressed in her Crystal-Embroidered Ice Princess Gown, ran toward us with a determined expression. Before anyone could react, she sank her teeth into my free hand. I gasped in pain and instinctively pulled back. The sudden movement caused Emma to lose her balance and stumble backward. She fell directly against the Multi-Tiered Moonstone Celebration Cake that had been displayed near the entrance. The elaborate creation toppled, covering Emma in silver-blue frosting and decorative sugar crystals.

No signature, but I knew it was him. It wasn’t lost on me that in this place, quiet allies were worth more than public champions. Before I could thank him for that note, the break room door opened again and Emma walked in, her heels tapping against the tile floor. She was tall, sleek, and carried herself like she’d been born knowing exactly how to navigate rooms like this. Her hair was pulled back into a low bun, her lipstick a perfect muted rose. “Celeste,” she greeted, her voice polite but edged with something I couldn’t quite place.

I stare at him and when our eyes met, his eyes burst with a hopeful gaze that tugged on my heartstrings a bit making me melt and the sincerity of it all, and I smiled at him and suddenly it's like a weight was lifted and he walked a bit lighter, and he looked a bit taller, his shoulders relaxed and a small smile played on his lips he wanted to know if I was okay and I was, The tension inside me had slowly dissipated, I took comfort in the thought that whatever may happen I had him by my side. “He's not here today,” Emma said finally leading US to the Grand Hall it was completely empty, devoid of any life, no one was there and judging by the glint in her eyes she knew there wouldn’t be anyone

The way appears totally clear in her front. A large building of Garnet and Grace appears on her left. The yellow-lit showroom behind the glass reveals several mannequins standing inside. One white dress with queen anne neckline catches her attention. Her mind slips into her memory from three years ago. Emma is lying over her bed in her comfy white pajamas with small black dots. A dark orange top is over her flat belly. Her head is supported with two fluffy pillows. Big square eyeglasses with a very thin black frame are over her bisque nose.