Emma Choice Novels & Stories

However, Alex didn't explain anything more but got into the car and sped away, making Declan even more curious, as if something was wrong while he was in a coma. Emma's face changed color when she heard Alex's challenging and meaningful words. She knows that's what Alex is for her. Emma bit her lip, bloodshot eyes staring at Alex indignantly, her heart filled with fear. She worked so hard to be the perfect Emily in Declan's eyes. So Emma wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. She is ready to eliminate anyone who stands in her way of Declan. She had come one step behind Emily before; this time, she would not let anyone take the man she had secretly loved for so long.

Emma looked towards the witch's cottage with blurry eyes. She has been running for months now trying to seek out the old woman who gave her the Elixir for Desmond's heightened bloodlust. It was like the woman vanished into thin air. Until now, seeing the cottage was like finding a gold mine in a cave, real treasure. She didn't hesitate to use her last bit of strength from starvation and dehydration to jog over to the small cottage as quickly as she could manage. Fuck Odessa for making her life so miserable. She would have killed her when she got the chance. She didn't know why. She decided it was a good idea to let Lucas turn her into his pet.

Ellie’s P.O.V. The moment I looked up, my heart paused. That man was not old. He wasn’t weak, fragile, or anything like the rumors surrounding Zackary Walton. The young man standing near the door looked handsome in a way that felt illegal. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a black shirt with the top buttons undone. And those eyes… Amber! Not soft golden brown, but deep amber that glowed under the dim lights like something wild hiding beneath a human’s skin.

Emma had inherited her beauty and, even without trying, could easily draw attention. Emma clenched her fists. She had known this day would come—but she didn’t want it to. The bar where her mother worked was no good place. Timidly, she replied, “But I’m already working at the supermarket nearby. It’s a decent job, and the pay is not bad. I can—”

When Alex and Ariel arrived they met Elle outside in the hallway and asked her what the problem was. “Hey, what is it? I came as soon as I received your message. Ariel said she got the same message from you also.” Alex questioned Elle as he approached her standing outside the room by the door. “I just came to check on him and found him talking to himself and when I called out to him he turned and his eyes were red like they were on fire.” Elle answered Alex , panicking. Ariel never liked Elle and Elle shared the feeling back, but for her to receive a message from her through mindlink got her wondering why and since she mentioned that she was with Damien, she intended to find out what the iss

Park said politely and a young lady looking vibrant step out from the middle of the rest. "We are interns from Bryant and Stratton college, second class upper division, willing to serve here." the lady pauses. "I'm Emily Cruz." the lady introduces herself and walk back to the line. "I'm Diana Copper." another lady said. "I'm Daniela Carlos." another lady said. "I'm Molly Fred" another lady said. "I'm Amber Lyde." another lady said and Liam instantly lift his gaze away from the paper. "Why Amber?" Liam asks absentmindedly not knowing when the words escape from his mouth, making Park to fringe a cough nervously.

They are led to the throne room where the queen of the witches sits. A woman steps forward and approaches the group. “Hello Rex, welcome back and who are they? So I can introduce them to the queen? " asks the woman. “I am Hector. Nice to meet you,” says Hector. “I am Ash. Lovely to meet you,.” says Ash. “I am Ruby, beautiful dress, .” says Ruby. The woman smiles and steps back. “My queen: Rex, Hector, Ash and Ruby from Ember City,” says the woman. The queen motions them forward. Hector and Rex come forward. Ash and Ruby stay back a few feet. All bow lightly out of respect for the queen.

The doors closed, and Emma, always a lady, maintained her distance and kept her gaze on the elevator numbers. "I think I owe you an apology," the woman next to her began, also keeping her distance. But Emma didn't respond, nor did she look at her. She continued as if she were alone in the elevator. "You need to know that Jamie manipulated me and told me he was going through an existential crisis and that I could help him." Upon hearing that, Emma burst into laughter but immediately stopped herself, covering her mouth with her palm. "What are you laughing at?" Emma pressed the stop button, causing the elevator to halt, and looked at the woman.

And because of that, I would choose Emma over her a thousand times without hesitation. Emma was a different kind of beautiful. She had the curves, the butt, and the face that made heads turn, but it wasn’t just about her looks. She was sweet, thoughtful, and real. I’d only been with Emma once, but I still remembered every detail of that night at the bar. The way her body felt under mine, the way she moved—it was something I couldn’t forget. That memory replayed in my head whenever I thought about her, and it left me wanting more.

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.