Emma Castle Novels & Stories

I’ve overseen shipments that cost more than small countries’ GDPs. I’ve stood in rooms where men decided whether someone lived or disappeared. I have stared down enemies who would happily gut me for sport. None of that prepared me for Libby standing in the entryway of the estate, holding a box labeled EMMA – IMPORTANT STUFF, while Emma herself ricocheted off every surface like a feral pinball. “IS THIS A REAL CASTLE?” Emma shouts, already halfway down the hall. “It is not a—” I start, then stop when she skids into the formal sitting room. “Emma, sweetheart, maybe don’t touch—” “There’s a POOL,” she screams, sprinting past a very expensive sculpture. “AND A GARDEN. AND—IS THAT A MOVIE ROOM?”

Placing her palms on the cold glass panes, Emmaline watched the beautiful garden with cold eyes. She wouldn't deny that Matteo's mansion was exceptionally beautiful and opulent but it wasn't something new for her. The girl was born as a Princess and had spent nearly her entire childhood in the palace which belonged to Jasper, so wealth and luxury were never so enticing to her.

Zella POV I walked out of the room with Emalia and headed toward the dining hall. This place still does not feel real to me. The Cristopher house is too big, too perfect. Every part of it looks like it belongs somewhere else. The design feels European, elegant in a way that makes everything look expensive without trying too hard. Every corner holds something rare, something that probably costs more than I can imagine.

He slid into the couch next to him and said in a shaking voice, “Elli, you are scaring me now.” Elliot cleared his throat and said, “Yesterday, there was another attack and…” Alaric grabbed Elliot’s arms and whispered, “And…” Elliot gazed at the fire blazing in the mantel for a few moments before saying, “Emma is no more…” Alaric sat there stunned for a long time. Emma was a cute, clever five-year-old. She was so obedient. It was difficult to imagine that she had broken a rule. “What was she doing in the warring zone?”

It was strange how Amelia knew the layout of the castle. From the moment she climbed down the staircase, she was completely familiar with everything about the ancient fortress. But what still amused her except from the scenario from earlier was how could a lovely maid from early nineteenth century England possibly detect that beneath her ladyship's jewelled exterior there was a New Yorker from the future? Indeed, when she caught a glimpse of herself in the wall mirror, she found it hard to believe herself!

"Good morning Aunt!" Karis greets immediately she walks into the sitting room. "Morning, sweetheart! When did you get back? " Mrs Wachukwu asks, quite surprised to see her Karis, she had no idea that she was back. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you! She came back last night!" Aunty Stella says to her sister with a broad smile. "Morning Juliet!" Karis greets immediately she sights Juliet, who returns the greeting with a smile. Meanwhile, Alexandra walks in. She greets her Mum and Aunt, you could tell she was in a shitty mood. She is still dressed in her nighties which looks so transparent.

Rubbing his jaw, he picked himself up and prayed that the lady wouldn't be found, unlike last time. - - - The maze seemed endless and every turn she took, it was one dead end after another. It was getting irritating. Why would Emile even point her here? Every twist and turn seemed all the same to her, but one right turn finally got her someplace, a small fountain in the middle of the maze. The statue resembled a weeping angel with wings that were cut off, its feet shackled. She couldn't help but remember her own situation: she too was shackled in this hell house. Approaching the statue, she saw another one of those cards from earlier. This one depicted a skeleton hanging upside down, and it

“I’ll handle this personally.” Chloe hesitated, then nodded. “Understood.” As she left the room, I leaned against the desk, my thoughts turning to Emma. She deserved to be far away from all of this, but keeping her safe meant keeping her close. Damian knew that, and he was exploiting it. Tonight, I’d make sure he understood that playing games with me had consequences. Emma’s POV Cassie and I made our way to the address she’d uncovered—a sleek, modern bar in the heart of the city. The kind of place where secrets were traded as casually as drinks.

EMMA The sun filtered softly through the canopy of trees, casting dappled light over the garden that had become our sanctuary. I looked around, heart fluttering. Twinkling fairy lights intertwined with delicate white florals, the scent of jasmine and roses mingling in the warm breeze. It wasn’t a grand affair—it didn’t need to be. This was our home, our haven. And today, it would witness a new promise.

She assured, I just nodded, forcing a smile. "Alright ladies I'll escort her to the Alpha's chambers." They nodded and began squealing excitedly. But a few hours ago they were badmouthing the Alpha. "Let's go." Camila said, I sighed trailing behind her. The castle at Hazem Empire was in fact bigger than the one at Peralez. I would have gotten lost if not for Camila and to the very least Nyla's help. I don't even know how she knows her way around here.