Emma Choice Novels & Stories

Maddox know each other to the point of an unspoken hatred between them? Emma departed from the restaurant, her footsteps laden with the burden of culpability. Glancing at her wristwatch, she noted that it was nearly 9 pm, and the chilly night air chilled her skin, causing her to shiver. As she exited the restaurant, she surveyed her surroundings before stepping away, waiting for a cab to arrive. A sleek Bentley pulled up before her, its windows rolling down to unveil Lucas, the driver. Emma's throat constricted at the sight of him; she had presumed he had departed already.

Emma asked, her voice a mix of casual curiosity and underlying anticipation as she reclined comfortably on the bed, her gaze fixed on me. I grinned broadly, my excitement bubbling over. "I managed to convince Joshua that I should join him at the office," I declared triumphantly, each word carrying the thrill of my small victory. Emma's eyes widened with surprise and delight. "No way, really?" she exclaimed, sitting up straight with newfound interest. Her earlier nonchalance had evaporated, replaced by genuine curiosity. Her reaction underscored how pivotal this step was in our plan.

Emmeline continued to explain, a glint in her eye as she dangled her words like bait in front of Amelia. Against her will, Amelia found herself paying attention to her words. Was this Emmeline’s attempt at an indirect jab about her past circumstances? Well, if so, she would be disappointed. Amelia was not ashamed of her poor origins. And she couldn’t deny that she found this charity more meaningful as she continued to explain.

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.

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.

Emma was about to walk out when that guy says, "Think again… you can't back off later on", he says, checking her feisty attitude which gives a killer vibes and feels amazed by it. "Emma Addison never backs off of her words… So.. you get ready to lose because Shane will win this match for me", she announces and sharing a last glare she walks out in fury.

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.

Emma said in anger hitting her hand on the chair she was sitting on. Carmella gasped, she wondered how the queen got to know that Terry was very much interested in her, she shook her head at once, why would she ever choose Terry over Joshua? For her that was a drunk woman’s attitude “no my queen, I would love to marry Joshua and wouldn’t choose anyone over him for any reason in the world.” Emma went very quiet on hearing what she said, she felt this warmness within her, she was wrong after all, Terry didn’t succeed with his plans of winning her over.