Emma Choice Novels & Stories

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.

Was any of that really you? Emma walked to the shelves and grabbed an MRE. Tearing the pouch open, she set to work preparing something that was supposed to pass for an enchilada. Salsa roja bubbled. Remembering how badly she’d burned her mouth the first time she underestimated the power of flameless heating, she blew on her meal for several seconds before trying a bite. Her chewing slowed to a crawl once the flavor coated her taste buds. Emma glanced back at the selection on the shelves, tempted to grab something from the pressure-sealed section, but seeing her father’s handwriting turned off her appetite. Still, she choked the rest of the MRE down before grabbing and uncapping a bottle of w

By Victoria’s assumption that I could be so easily placated by the idea that I needed a replacement for Evelyn. But I didn't. Instead, I found myself thinking that maybe Victoria was right. Maybe this was exactly what Evelyn needed. Maybe seeing me with someone else would remind her of what we had and would bring her back to her senses. "What's your background?" I asked, moving around my desk to get a better look at her. "What do you do?" "I'm a model," Emma said. "And I'm very good at making men feel... appreciated." There was a hint of promise in her words—a suggestion of things to come.

Joseph's POV: "Hello, Emma, what are you doing here?" I asked Emma as she wore a cream-colored dress that perfectly accentuated her shape. She was slim-figured, tall, and sexier than Amaka. While Amaka was fair-skinned and of average height, Emma was a model, so she had that slender body and an hourglass shape. Although Emma Clement had used surgery to enhance her shape, she was light-skinned too. "I came to have fun as today is Sunday. Honestly, Joseph, I missed you and the fun we had," she said, taking a step closer to me as I got out of my car.

Saying Darla excuses herself since she needs to go to her job. Emma hangs up, heading towards the basement only where her belongings may be there. She works in a big company as a member of IT team. Most of the time, she needs to work on computer. That's why she set that room only for herself. Also, aside from the job that she likes, she has a hobby to draw and designing jewelry as passion. So there are multiple drawings that might have been destroyed while moving them away.

It had been so long since someone was kind to me. "Why are you being nice to me?" I asked. Emma looked toward the door to make sure no one was listening. "Because I know what it's like to be different," she whispered. "To be judged for things you can't help." "What do you mean?" Emma pulled up her sleeve and showed me a strange mark on her arm. It looked like a moon with stars around it. "I was born with witch magic," she said. "In this pack, that makes me almost as unwelcome as you."

She added, trying hard to persuade Amelia. "ok, ok" Amelia sighed, finally giving up. She figured that it would really be cute if she and her baby wore the onesie together. 'Just imagining it makes me excited' she thought and caressed her tummy. The saleslady showed them the way to the cashier. Amelia remembers the card that Damian gave her so she pulled it from her wallet and gave it to the cashier. The cashier's eyes widened at the sight of a very rare black card in which only the top elite people could have. She looks at Amelia again who was laughing at Tara's jokes. Both of them had absolutely no idea what a black card meant in the society.

Amelia couldn’t believe it. “Could you make her hear you, Prescott?” There was a slight pause. “I’m not sure. I can attempt the exchange, seeing that she has an animal form, but I am not sure it will work. But can you trust her?” Emma nodded. “I trust her with my life. Attempt the connection and exchange.” ***