Emma Chamberlain Feet Novels & Stories

48 - Demonstration Cillian “So I was thinking…” Emma drawled after finishing her plate of pasta and keeping the fork down. Her right palm was completely healed after two months of care. “Here we go,” I sighed, leaning back on the chair and taking a sip of sweet white wine.

Turning the monitor on he was watching the live camera recording from the past two hours only in the hope of seeing Emma but she swears to give him a hard time. The clock strikes 11 past am and Emma finally enters the premises. Wearing a cute chocolate brown bodycon dress with straight neck reaching her mid things and having a small reverse U-cut slit on her left thigh. Above that she had a crop jacket of same colour completing the attires having mutton leg full sleeves. She had a thick gold chain in her semi circle stud earring with right hand having a gold chain watch and the other having plain rings and a band. Her hairs were outwardly curled giving a bouncy structure and volume to it. Th

Emma shook her head, trying to remember the last time she’d seen the keys. That was when we came in the first day. Dad was still holding them when he brought that stuff upstairs . . . “Crap.” Emma cracked her door open to find darkness waiting for her. She stepped into the hall, giving her eyes a moment to adjust. Moving slowly, her hand on the wall, she eventually found the banister. Emma paused and bit her lip as her foot lifted to the first step. Christ, I hope this thing doesn’t creak. Her sole touched down without a sound, but she still winced during the entire climb up, expecting the cabin to betray her at every move. Near the apex, she lifted herself on her tiptoes, scanning over the

Bane asked her. “No, I’m happy if I can go upstairs and kick these shoes off,” she said with a smile. “Are your feet hurting? You should have said something.” “They aren’t hurting, they are a little sore. I’m not used to walking around in stilettos,” she told him. Emma yelped as Bane swept her off her feet and into his arms. She quickly put her arms around his neck. “Bane, what are you doing?” she asked.

Now she no longer blamed her father for often coming home late. At 8 p.m., Emma walked in wearing a body-hugging black evening gown. The chest of the gown was decorated with a diamond flower that looked extremely sophisticated. The bottom was slit to reveal her long, slender legs. In particular, the semicircular necklace enhanced the charm of his collarbone. As soon as she entered the hall, she immediately attracted the attention of many people.

And he was planning to walk past me, leaving me outside in the cold. A lot has changed in him since Aria entered this clan. His distance and detachment stung. Just then, the door swung open, and Emma walked in, carrying a bowl of water. She carefully set it down on the floor in front of me and knelt. "What are you trying to do?" I asked, surprised. "I need to massage your feet, milady," Emma replied, her eyes cast downward. "You must be tired, and your feet must hurt from waiting." I smiled, touched by her concern. My feet did ache.

I looked at her with some concern. “It might be a little dated. You can redecorate how you see fit.” Addie looked at me with shining eyes. “No! It’s perfect!” My heart swelled. Before we could go too far into the entry hall, I heard footsteps rushing towards us. I knew it was Emily, Toby’s mate. She had a lame leg from a training accident when she was a pup and she always walked with one heel dragging a little bit. And, she was pregnant, so it tended to be a little slower, usually. Today she was rushing. I braced myself.

My hand trembled against the phone. “She’s beautiful. Her smile is so bright. I’m nothing like her.” Hailey steadied the shaky phone as she wrapped her hand around mine. Emma was smiling at the camera even if she was in her wheelchair. Her light brown hair was almost blonde against the lighting. She had been answering questions from her followers that she wrote down on paper.

I probably should have noticed that her eyeline is above mine now. "Can you wear heels?" she asks, heading to her closet. I sit on the bed with my knees spread. It's unladylike but I'm not in the company of someone that would care. "Yeah. My balance is great." Emma is in her closet for a few minutes, clucking her tongue, then she comes out holding a pair of simple black heels. They're at least six inches and I wonder if she picked them out just to see if I really could walk in them.

“I applaud you and your team when you found another missing body. Sincerely, I am proud of you. But the mayor... he wants us to focus on our duty as peacekeepers of Pinephil. Let the big shazam be solved by the Shazam.” Ember furrowed her brows, hand crumpling the folder containing the evidence. Fathima Mae December alias Ember — her mother tends to refer to her by her second name — stands between five feet and eleven inches tall. Ember's short, messy hair is rolled into a small, low bun, allowing the thin strands of her brown hair to blend in with her black hair, making her look like a dark chocolate peanut butter cup. She parted her lips, a light shade of nude lipstick brushed on it. She w