Emma Choice Novels & Stories

Dominic stared. And somewhere beneath the whiskey— beneath the humiliation— something darker began to bloom. ***** Morning arrived quietly. Soft gold sunlight spilled through Emma’s apartment windows. Warm. Gentle. Deceptive. Emma stood barefoot in her kitchen. An oversized white shirt hung loosely over sleep shorts. One shoulder bare. Her hair twisted into a messy bun. Coffee brewed softly behind her. Rich. Comforting. Familiar. She wrapped both hands around the mug. Stared down into the dark liquid.

A perfect testimony from her would go a long way and would definitely break Ambrose's defenses for a while. "I need the money now; if you grant me 100 billion dollars, I'll say everything that happened on that day, and adding fifty would make me reveal all of Ambrose's evil deeds. I could do that for you, for old time's sake," Emma said, as I took a deep breath. To think Emma was ready to extort a sum of 150 billion dollars for just a testimony – a testimony that would cost her nothing. How worthless she was. To think I fell in love with a woman like her had been a nightmare to me.

Emma approached the barista with what felt like a ridiculous request. "Hi, Jake Morrison comes in here most mornings for coffee. Could you please give him this letter when he comes in tomorrow? It's important, and I don't want to intrude on his space by delivering it personally." The barista looked at Emma with curiosity and sympathy. "Are you Emma? Jake's mentioned you. He's seemed pretty sad lately." Emma felt tears threaten at the confirmation that Jake was hurting. "Yes, I'm Emma. And I'm the reason he's been sad. This letter is my attempt to start making that right."

"Yes, it's them." Suddenly, Ema pushed me aside. She rolled up her uniform sleeves to her elbows. "Okay, I'll take their order." "Wait, didn't Anton say you're a Grayson fan from Frost Maple?" Ema grimaced and waved her hand in the air. "After he played with Grayson yesterday, I think I like him too. Well, even though he lost, he's very attractive." I shook my head at her behavior. How could she, who was usually calm and elegant, act like that when she saw her idol?

Emma unlocked her phone and opened a secure messaging app. She typed a single sentence to an unknown contact. I need everything you can find on James Holloway and Darrien Cross. Financial records. Personal history. Former relationships. Anything that can be used against them. She hit send. A reply came less than a minute later. Understood. Emma set the phone aside. “If I can’t understand your connection…” She looked out through the windshield toward the towering glass headquarters. “…I’ll make sure none of you can either.” For the first time since Charlotte’s world had begun to change…

The blaring of my alarm broke my peaceful slumber. Punching it off, I stretched my limbs before standing groggily on my legs. “Good morning, Jasper,” I said with a soft smile and kissed my locket. It’s the only memory I have of my true love. Wearing my slippers, I headed straight to the restroom to perform my daily routine. So, let’s start with the introduction. I am Emmaline Richard Dawson aka Emma. I am seventeen years old, an average teen blessed with a golden mind. Though I hail from a small town in Texas, I relocated to New York to pursue my career as a software engineer.

“No. But she isn’t afraid of it either.” That stopped me for half a second. I turned my head, just enough to meet his gaze. “What are you getting at?” Liam grinned. “I’m just saying… if you were ever going to make a move, it wouldn’t be because of bloodlines or council pressure. It’d be because someone made you want to.” I didn’t answer. Not because I disagreed. But because I hadn’t figured it out yet. Emma wasn’t like the others. She didn’t play court games. She didn’t beg for favor. She didn’t need me. But part of her still looked me in the eye like she dared me to understand her.

The culmination of these elements renders Emma's appearance nothing short of captivating, a vision that captures attention and admiration. As Emma stands before the mirror, her friends playfully tease and shower her with whistles. Genelia, her eyes filled with admiration, compliments, "Emma, you look absolutely jaw-dropping gorgeous in Shane's simple and plain choices. It outshines your beauty perfectly. I must say he has a good taste." A blush graces Emma's cheeks as she gazes at herself from head to toe, relishing the moment.

Emma was furiously blushing by now. Now when I look closely while Sheena and Issac both look exactly same, Emma is a bit different. Maybe she took after another parent. While both of them has the same beautiful blond hair like Issac’s and while Sheena has the unique olive green eyes like her brother, Emma has a different more beautiful hazel brown colour to her eyes. Alex on the other hand looks completely different, maybe because she took after Reine. She has the same stunning locks of auburn hair with beautiful deep blue eyes and skin so pale that her features stand out too much making her look breathtaking.

Yet she doubts her decision coming here. Emma turned to her to greet. “Oh, I’m Emma. Forgot to introduce myself.” Her fingers caressing a glass of vodka shot. As she turned to her, that shot hanging on her sleek fingers, Stacey noticed something unpleasant. The way Emma bent forward, her cleavage showed way too much, making her uncomfortable. As she moved her eyes to the table, she retracted herself, gazing at Amy, who seemed to enjoy the scene. She spoke up, “Stacey… Why not enjoy yourself. Have some drink,” others encouraged her too to have some, but she didn’t touch any.