Emma Choice Novels & Stories

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."

"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 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."

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.

The handwriting was different from the journal in the restricted library, firmer, more deliberate, though age had faded the ink to a soft brown that made some words difficult to place. They tell me my fire is a curse. I no longer believe them. I believe it is simply honest, and honesty frightens people who have built their entire world on a lie. I do not know what will become of me. I know only that if I am erased, if my name is struck from every record they can reach, I want whoever comes after me, whoever the old fire chooses next, to know this. The choosing is not a burden placed on you by the Founder. It is a gift he left, deliberately, for someone brave enough to accept it on their own

I made a solemn vow to the Moon Goddess: "I, Emma, reject Derek as my mate." As these words fell, I felt the mate bond in my body gradually break.