Emma Choice Novels & Stories

Sophia handed them to me and after wearing them , I rushed out with them. Chase walked into the sitting room with two men standing next to him, the men were the same people that came into my parents apartment with him. ______ Emma cleared her name and got off work, it is already getting late and she feel so tired and sick. Dropping her tag on the desk, she walked out of the store but bumped into Martin. Just seeing him made her heart race, to her, he's just perfect in everything.. he's more hotter than his twin brother Kyle.

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.

Max took a single glimpse at the man and took a gun from his guard and did the necessary without a bother to question him. * Nobody in G city would dare look for his trouble if not for Alex. His enemy brother. * The gunshot made the few people around shiver in fear not attempting to hide their present because they know that not even God can stop Maxwell from getting to them if he want to. ****** ******** Emma strode on the corridor towards Maxwell's office holding files in hand. In a very decent attire. She wore a green knee-level dress with a black waist belt, and her long raven hair gathered in a ponytail with a block heel boot. Looking simple and stunning

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.

“What do you mean?” Emma sighed softly, her gaze distant. “I spent so many years in the shadows of my family, never quite fitting in. They married me off to you, thinking it would be good for their reputation, but I never had the chance to really be me. I’ve always wanted more, but I didn’t know how to get it. I think... I think I want to help others, not just through medicine, but by being the person I am—not the daughter they wanted, but the woman I’m becoming.” Ethan’s eyes softened with understanding. He reached across the table, placing his hand over hers. “You don’t have to be anyone else, Emma. You’re already everything you need to be. And I’ll be right here, supporting you every step

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.

Amy, with her vibrant personality and infectious energy, provided a perfect cover for the tension simmering just beneath the surface. The observer continued to follow them as they moved through the city, stopping at a quaint café. They chose a table outside, and the observer found a spot across the street, hiding behind a newspaper while still keeping them in sight. The observer watched as they laughed and chatted, their bond clear and strong. This was the Emily the observer remembered: lively, full of hope, and surrounded by people who cared about her.

Emma. Fuck!

She thought of the quiet, ordinary moments she’d always overlooked—the smell of rain on her jacket, the taste of bitter coffee at dawn, the ache in her legs after long runs. Life wasn’t perfect preservation. It was imperfection. Fragility. The possibility of forgetting, because that made remembering matter. Her eyes snapped open, blazing. “No.” The towers of faces flickered. The rewritten stilled. “I’m not giving you myself,” Emma said, her voice steady now, her fear burning into clarity. “I’m not noise. I’m not pattern. I’m human. And I choose me.” She lifted the device high, fingers trembling, and pressed every button at once.

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.