Emma Choice Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

Walking back to the bar I watched Emma sipping from a straw, she had ordered a soda, a clear cream soda. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the taste of her drink. Running a hand down my face, i wondered if i was doing the right thing in taking her back to my home I mean Our home. Emma was my mate, the other half of me, and I would be damned if i let her get away, I touched her shoulder as I approached. She jerked at my touch yet didn’t pull away.

Emma arrived at the campus and parked her car then walked inside the big building. Cole saw Emma when she walked inside the building and he smirked to himself when he saw how she was covering the bruises he left on her delicate skin. Emma was shy when he first saw her, but she never looked dead, her eyes never looked this sad; Emma was alive when he first saw her and now he killed her.

Emma followed the sound, her grip on her weapon tightening. She turned a corner and froze. A figure stood at a makeshift workstation, their back to her. The glow of a computer screen illuminated their features just enough for her to recognize them. Her blood ran cold. It wasn’t a stranger. It was Alex. Emma’s mind reeled as she stared at him, “Alex?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. He turned, his expression a mixture of surprise and regret, “Emma, I can explain.” She raised her weapon, her hands shaking, realization clicking on her, “You too? You’re working for them? After everything?”

I snap, ducking as debris rains down around us. It obeys rules, the Reverent clarifies. You must force a contradiction. My mind races. Rules. Authority. The Crown—fractured, yes, but still a recognized interface. The Hunt—living proof of emergent sovereignty. Ethan grips my arm. “What are you thinking?” “I’m thinking,” I say grimly, “that if it wants a system, I’ll give it one it can’t erase.” I step forward again, heart pounding, and open myself.

Emma replied. Once again, Zeni had to compliment Emma even though he could only do it in his heart. Emma is truly a magical girl who can think long and see the cause and effect caused when she acts recklessly.

I need to make a plan. What do I do now Emerald? I reach out to her. She whimpers. She’s been pretty sulky ever since I rejected Wesley. She replies by flashing me the image of those kind brown eyes again. Those aren’t Wesley’s eyes? I guess I’ll find out in about a week when Emerald can help me see. Ash’s POV

Alexis said and she entered into the car. Left with no other option, Tommy also entered from the other side of the car, Alexis put on a dark spec first, she actually found the dark spec inside the car, but Alexis already regarded herself as the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John Michael, thus she no longer restrained herself from using what belonged to her, above all, she was younger to Tommy by some few months, thus she believed she would be pampered more, and that she would do from now on. Finally, Alexis inserted the key, and she started the car, she drove out of the compound and she head down towards the township, Alexis tuned on the radio and music from the car speaker began to boom high and