Emma Choice Novels & Stories

“Don’t say that, Max.” Max turned to him sharply. “Don’t,” Felix repeated. “When I visited the hospital before David woke up, I once saw Emma in David's room. She looked tired... like she hadn’t slept for days. Yet, she was tending to him herself. Even Dr. Allen testified that she was the major reason David survived. Do you think it’s because it's her duty to save lives? I don't think so. When we love someone, we do whatever we can, no matter what it might be, to save that person. The fact that Emma might act indifferent doesn't mean she doesn't care. She's not a bad person.”

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?”

But this girl is ugly and can also be called a freak. Emma looked around her with fear. Yes, her step-sister Amber is a beauty. But no one knows the original Emma. Emma is small, with her 5.4 height, and is also Slim. Emma has her mother's features. Her eyes are hazelnut colored and her hair reddish-brown. Her face can be considered beautiful, with fair spotless skin and good features. Emma has a very good figure. But she is scared to get noticed in the family. As a maid, if one of the made men rape her, no one will protect her. So She wears huge black-rimmed glasses, even though she doesn't need them. She uses braces, even though her teeth are straight and perfect.

“ Gale was going to marry you, my best friend “ I whispered more to myself as reality hit me like a hard blow. “Amelia, Gale’s family and mine broke an old relationship they always had because of you, Gale isn’t talking to his mother because of you “ Becca added now staring at me with deep meaning in her eyes “ Leave Gale Amelia, break up with him, they are many men out there for you “ she added and I looked up again. This person that was like a sister to me with a heart so black and a stink of selfish ness all over her body. “Why don’t I deserve Gale ?” I replied with a more colder voice that could intimidate even me “ Is it because I am an orphan?” And now she looked at me, seizing me up a

the king explained to her wife and embraced her. "What if she dies?" The Queen cried even harder. "We will never let her die. She's from our own flesh and blood and we will always protect her in whatever situation," Hermes promised. "I know that it's hard for you to let her go, especially that you treated her like your own daughter. I will give you two days to explain everything to her. After two days I will come back to personally take her to heaven realm for we really need her right now. A lot of immortals had been infected by dark spell and we need the ember of love to free them," Hermes stated before he disappeared.

No matter how much her chest ached at the idea. She told herself that again. Her phone buzzed on the table. A message from Phoebe. It was a link. Emma tapped it, and her breath caught. There it was—her name, her picture, splashed across the screen. Emmaline Facer — Favorite Designer of the Year. Her hands trembled as she stared at it. *** As he reached for another shot of alcohol, Ezra let out a sharp, exhausted sigh, his shoulders sagging under the weight of it all.

Emma left with the business card happily. Larissa looked at Ambrose thoughtfully. "Mister, were you the one who got Emma to help me?" It was obvious that Emma was respectful toward Ambrose. Emma was a career woman. She wouldn't usually volunteer to reveal her bare face unless somebody asked her to. "I can never hide anything from you," said Ambrose. "Do you need any help for the second round?" Larissa waved her hand and said, "It's fine! I was unprepared for the first round. But I already know the topic for the second round. I will be prepared!"

“You were ready to die and did not fear your fate but you would not give them the satisfaction of making it too easy. Your spirit, your rigor… you are me in human form my love” Liam and Lee are watching as we communicate internally. “What is she saying, what is Emma saying?”. “Emma is an exceptional warrior, all on her own. She wanted to know why I chose her. I showed her. Nothing breaks her spirit, her resolve. This cannot be taught or captured”. I felt a pang of love at her words. I cannot believe the goddess of battle chose me.