Emma Choice Novels & Stories

Flashing Esmeray a sickening smirk Amell turned towards the Vampire King. "Esmeray had a complete existential breakdown one day when she found out that she had to pee every day of her life." "Amell! I was three years old for God's sake! You are the reason the gene pool needs a lifeguard, you slimy little shit!" She tried to cover his mouth with her hand over the table but Amell had just started.

She added, trying hard to persuade Amelia. "ok, ok" Amelia sighed, finally giving up. She figured that it would really be cute if she and her baby wore the onesie together. 'Just imagining it makes me excited' she thought and caressed her tummy. The saleslady showed them the way to the cashier. Amelia remembers the card that Damian gave her so she pulled it from her wallet and gave it to the cashier. The cashier's eyes widened at the sight of a very rare black card in which only the top elite people could have. She looks at Amelia again who was laughing at Tara's jokes. Both of them had absolutely no idea what a black card meant in the society.

“Forgive her, Prescott. I don’t think she can hear you. And by the way, you should cut her some slack, she hasn’t been filled in on what is happening.” Prescott glared at her, and folded his arms across his chest, to the amusement of Amelia who was finding the whole exchange funny, yet interesting. She was curious though about what Emma was talking about. “You want to fill her in on what is happening? Isn’t she human?” Emma shook her head. “She is from the jaguar clan.” Prescott turned to look at Amelia again, this time around, with a renewed interest that wasn’t oblivious to Amelia. Really? The squirrel could understand Emma! Amelia couldn’t believe it.

Going off to college might just be the thing to break things off between us if he kept acting like an ass. All the other groups finally caught up with the rest, we were all waiting for the dean to give us an official introduction. I saw Tristan standing with the first group and talking to Megan. He always does something even worse than the last to upset me more than I already was. I turned away when I saw him looking in my direction and to make things better Carter came up to me. "Hey Emma, are you interested in Duke?" He asked. "Hey, yeah, I am. Thinking of doing a PhD in Literature." I told him.

** Emma descended the notches wearing black shorts with a yellow off-shoulder top. She sat contrary to Ashe at the dining table. Ashe placed the toasted bread in her hand on the white plate in front of her." what is the thing between you and that bossy man you call your boss?"Ashe stared at her beautiful face that displayed no confusion nor guilt. She was expecting to see complicated emotions but Emma was showing non.

An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction. I don’t torture. I don’t use violence. I just use my brain and dig a hole into the lives of every person that I dwell with. I consume. It’s either I consume information or life. Nothing is in between. “You’re new here?” Sultry seductive voice. A high-pitched voice of a woman fills my ears as I stare at the market below me. I am at one branch of this tree, looking down like a king to some shitty wolves as they made the deal to some strangers in their life.

Emma said, meeting his gaze, “but you’ve also been determined, courageous, and selfless. That’s what matters.” For a moment, Ethan said nothing, his blue eyes searching hers. “You have a way of seeing the best in people, Emma. Even when they don’t deserve it.” Emma smiled. “Everyone deserves a chance to be seen for who they really are, Ethan. Even you.” --- As the day progressed, Ethan received a call from his legal team. They had uncovered more evidence—hidden bank transactions and forged documents—linking Harold to years of embezzlement. The weight of the discovery brought both relief and frustration.

EMMA - FLASHBACK (ONE YEAR AGO) Today is my last day at college, and after this, I’ll be pursuing my dream of becoming a vet. It's my passion, and I’m determined to achieve it. I get up from bed, take a refreshing shower, and put on my yellow dress. As I glance at my reflection in the mirror, I smile—feeling beautiful. My black hair falls to my waist, and my face is clear, though not quite as flawless as my sister Violet’s. She is the epitome of beauty.

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.

Emma chuckled softly, her eyes now gleaming with a chilling light. "Even if you go, making the other party believe is difficult." Luther's eyes shifted upward. "What if Miracle accidentally leaks information?" Emma lightly tapped the teacup with her finger and calmly said, "Last time, she failed. She would have been discarded if not for the weaknesses I hold in my hands now. If she betrays me..." She trailed off, her lips curling into a faint smile.