Emma Choice Novels & Stories

Emma took her phone, opened We Chat, clicked to open the best friend chat box, typed a line of text on the keyboard, and finally deleted it. It was still early, Luxstay drank too much last night, he also told him that he could only return this evening, he should not disturb Luxstay, nor do he want to trouble Luxstay. Although Emma can confirm that, if he contacted Luxstay now and asked him to return to the cemetery as soon as possible, more than half of the other party would not refuse, but compared to himself, he was more scared. want Luxstay to rest well. Emma maintained this position sitting for a long time, always in her heart to build her good mentality, until her legs began to go numb,

She wouldn’t be with him if not for that fact. “ Are you going to give some thought to my brother’s proposal?” Hailey asked. “ No. I don’t love him. He’s your brother, I know but it’s the truth Hailey. I can’t bring a child into a loveless home. I won’t do that.” Emilia sighed. ****************************************************************************************** Emilia hated shopping. That was certain. She had always wondered why lots of people always derived pleasure in an activity as strenuous as shopping. It was purely tiring, for her at least. Hailey seemed to loving every moment.

Callum stops the fight. "Since you left, Emma doesn't want to eat or drink. You know, now she is frail. I wonder if Emna will be able to survive. You know that she is not a human who has superpowers like us. Even though her blood is very rare blood proper, Emma is just an ordinary person. "W-what?" Callum was surprised to hear Derek's explanation. "Stupid girl, I told her not to do strange things; why don't she eat now," muttered Callum.

“I’m Emma Carter, Elijah sent me” “I know who you are. Bambi” i stepped into the flicker of light. “My Big Brother,” I said, As I began to circle her like a vulture. “Must not pay you enough, it’s a crying shame to Send something so small in a place like this”

"Emma can be brought here. To the facility. To the advanced medical chamber. We can monitor her reversal process. We can manage her pain. But it will take weeks. And activation is in twenty-two hours." "So we save Emma and lose the other one hundred ninety-nine," Marcus said. "Possibly," Wei said. "Or we save the one hundred ninety-nine and let Emma complete her enhancement." It was an impossible choice. Save family or save the masses. The same choice Elizabeth had made. The same choice that had led to her death. Leo looked at Vasquez. "Where is Emma?" he demanded. "London," Vasquez said. "St. James Medical Facility. She is in Room 47. Alone. Suffering. Waiting for someone to love her enough

Emma stood amidst the burning ash, panting, trembling slightly from the surge of power. Steve limped to her side, bloodied but standing. His golden eyes locked on hers. “You okay?” She nodded. “Are you?” “I am now,” he said, voice rough. “Thanks to you.” Emma looked around. The forest, once so haunted by screams, was silent again. She knew they couldn’t save everyone. But she had given mercy to those who had no hope. And more than ever, she realized the truth: she could no longer deny what she was becoming.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

“That’s what makes this so fucked.” That shut me up. Not because I disagreed. Because she was right. Emery had chosen me—again and again, even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when all I offered her was a fake picture of safety. I swallowed hard. “Where is she?” “She said she would be at a press brunch. Somewhere small, private, downtown. A chance to reclaim the narrative, I guess. Take her story back. On her own terms.” “That’s suicide,” I muttered. “They will devour her.”