Emma Daniels Novels & Stories

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

I had 7 of them that I asked. “let the party begin” Matias yelled and the music was turned up. I walked down to the snack bar to get some snacks when I felt someone approach me. It was a girl not so older than I was, she had beautiful blonde hair and the most charming blue eyes. She smiled at me and proceeded to put a cupcake on her plate, I didn’t even know who the hell she was and she looked very creepy. “hi, you must be Camila, I’m Danielle but everyone calls me Danie” she introduced pushing her hand out for me to shake. I shook it.

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

Probably someone fake-tipping a fake scandal, again. "Got a new fling?" Damien asked, smirking. I was two seconds away from hurling a fry at his smug face when the phone rang again. He gestured. "Might as well answer. Third time's a charm." With a sigh, I picked it up. "Adrianna James speaking. How can I help you?" The voice on the other end was calm. Too calm. "This is Sarah from Mercy Clinic. Emily James collapsed and was brought in. You’re listed as her emergency contact."

The light behind him cast his face in shadow, but I didn’t need to see it to know he wasn’t smiling. “I get it, you know,” Rebecca said, her voice slow and smooth, like she’d been rehearsing it. “I’ve met Emma a few times. Twenty-five, top of her class, Ph.D. from a prestigious university, managing her family’s business like she was born for it. She’s beautiful, smart, confident—and she’s got that edge. She’s not like most women.” She paused dramatically, then added, “But her background? It’s not exactly spotless, Darius. Have you really thought this through? She’s—”

She knew Daniel was an only child. "No." Emma shook her head. "No, this isn't—you're not—" "I'm here." Daniel's voice cracked. "I'm real, Emma. I can explain everything, but I need you to—" "You're dead!" The words exploded out of her. "You died! They told me you died! I arranged your memorial! I stood in front of your empty casket and I—" Her voice broke. Because they had told her there wasn't enough left to bury. A sob broke from her… it didn't even sound human. "You're not real. This is a breakdown. I'm having a breakdown. None of this is real."

stern and cold. Besides him stood a lady in her mid forties, wearing an emerald sequenced dress. She had a huge warm smile on her face - I bowed my head deeply, acknowledging her presence. "I was tangled up in something - but I'm here now." - I answered,my voice not betraying a single emotion. "You must be his wife - it's a pleasure meeting you. You look so lovely tonight" - I smiled slightly, casually flattering the lady. "Yes, thank you. I'm Mariam and I'm flattered to meet your acquaintance" - she giggled like a shy girl in her mid twenties.

“Umm. Hi.” “Hi.” He looked at Dean expectantly. Dean sighed. “Emma, Dallas. Dallas, Emma.” Dallas extended his huge hand. “Very pleased to meet you. Now, tell me. Is Dean here bothering you?” “Not yet,” she said. “Hopefully later.” Dallas liked that. He grinned at her, taking in her heart-shaped face and stunning eyes. She wasn’t Dean’s usual type, but Dallas heartily approved of his deviation from the norm. Emma was short and curvy, with glorious breasts and shapely legs. A lush and juicy little package – and look at that fucking amazing hair. Dallas was a firm believer in bedding redheads, but he might make an exception for her. He could totally see himself clenching his hands in that dark

After everything that had happened, trust came difficult. "Pardon my rudeness," he said, straightening. "Marcus Elias, Beta and second in command of the Sterling Creek Pack, at your service. We hope you can help us." He bowed again, and Emma caught the flash of pain that crossed his features as he moved—a tightening around the eyes, a momentary clenching of his jaw. Emma nodded politely in return. "Emma Adams, Neurosurgeon and Healer," she said, deliberately omitting any mention of her research. "I am also at your service." Despite herself, she found she already liked Marcus, with his odd mixture of formality and sincerity.