Emma Choice Novels & Stories

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.

“Where do you want me to start?” Came Emma’s meek reply, her voice evident of exhaustion and reluctance. “You said you don’t belong to any pack.” Jamie said, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. “Why is that?” He watched as she fumbled with her fingers in her lap, surely nervous of the situation. However, when he heard her sigh, he knew he didn’t have to press on the matter further. “I am an adopted child. My parents are humans.”

She praised me for having the second-highest GPA, praised me for passing my language exams, even praised me for waking up early for eight o'clock classes. She would say, "Don't listen to Damian. Our Elara is the best!" That kind of affirmation was something I had never received in my entire life. That was why I loved spending time with Lily. Damian scoffed at it. "She praises you just to make you arrogant so you can't see your own flaws.” "Humility leads to self-reflection. When I point out your shortcomings directly, that's what's truly good for you!" Whenever Lily came up, Damian would furrow his brow and press his lips into a tight line.

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.

Hit send. Wait. Hi, this is Emma Park. I am not driving. Have a good day. I have just introduced myself to a man who knows my blood type and what my voice sounds like on morphine. I have just described myself with my full government name to a man who watched me bleed out on an operating table. I have just sent a *good day* wish to a man who has never once in his life stopped doing paperwork long enough to think about a patient he isn't actively saving.

"Am I truly the chosen one? It cannot be. I cannot be. I’m not good enough.” Ethan's gaze met hers, filled with unwavering conviction. "Yes, Emma. You are the one spoken of in the prophecy," he confirmed. "You possess a unique power—a power that can shape the future of our world." “And you are enough. You’re good enough.” “Emma, what makes you good enough is not you, but the blood that the gods has chosen to bless you with.” Elder Ethan said. Emma bowed her head. This news has become heavy weights to her shoulders, and unlike the times in her office, there was no escape.

Sometimes about nothing important at all. Emma learned that Alex was terrified of disappointing her father, a retired judge with impossible standards. That she'd been working toward Harvard since middle school. That she had a younger cousin with autism who she called every Sunday. That she hated cilantro and loved terrible reality TV and could recite the entire opening argument from To Kill a Mockingbird from memory.

“Does Miss Emma not have to work here officially?” Emma gave a polite laugh. “Darius offered, yes. But I told him I didn’t want any special treatment. I prefer to earn my place.” Kim immediately jumped in. “You’re too modest, Miss Emma. With your credentials in AI, no one would think you got in through connections. If anything, we’d be lucky to have you join us.” Emma tilted her head gracefully. “We’ll see.”