Emma Dilemma 88 Novels & Stories

Vivian's expression froze completely. Realizing something was wrong, she urgently requested to review the case materials. The records clearly showed that the victim was her father. Her eyes reddened as she shook her head again and again. "No. No, that's impossible. My dad was perfectly fine. How could he suddenly be dead?" With trembling hands, she called her father's phone. In the next second, a phone among the evidence began to ring. The ringtone was the piano blessing piece Vivian had personally recorded for her father.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

The Elmer and the others cut in to see the results, and Emma returned tiredly lying on the table. After all, how long does it take to end the damn debate contest? “What the hell? What the hell——?!!” From the podium suddenly came two curses of Elmer, Emma frowned and looked back, just as she saw him hastily rushed forward, shaking his shoulder.“Do you know how much you rank! Heck, I must be dreaming, must be the teacher giving the wrong grade, there must be a problem with the computer's sorting system..."

**Daniel’s POV** In the bustling corridor outside Mrs. Williams' office, Emma's accusation slices through the air, leaving a palpable tension. Laura, caught off guard, fumbles for words, her confusion evident. "Betrayal? Emma, what are you talking about?" Her voice, usually calm and collected, is tinged with distress. Emma's features harden, her eyes glinting with a mix of pain and accusation. "I know about the deal you made with Michael, Laura. How could you?" Without waiting for a response, she turns sharply and walks away, her steps quick and decisive.

No! Delilah’s eyes widened. “Emilia, are you trying to cheat on Jax… with me?” She asked slowly. Emilia seemed to come back to her senses, “No, no. Goodness me, that’s not it. You just… reminded me of someone. Forgive me, but you are so hot, I got lost there for a second.” She rambled and hastily let Delilah go, before stepping away, “Where was I?” “Your suspicions about Jax being gay.” Delilah reminded her.

“How? By hunting down whoever supposedly edited the video to frame you?” “Of course! Think about it—someone must be scheming to drive a wedge between us. That’s why they orchestrated this whole thing,” Emma replied casually, as though her lie was nothing but the plain truth. As she spoke, she deliberately glanced over at Gavin, her implication glaringly obvious. She clearly thought she’d successfully baited Alden into her trap—her smug expression practically screamed it.

Renee leaned against her seat, sipping wine and thinking a million different things. Whose number was it? It was such a shame that she didn't have photographic memory—she only remembered the 158 prefix, while the 2288 suffix meant it was a Jormund number. After she noted it down with her phone, Martin soon returned. They chatted for a long while, and when they returned to the care center, Emma was up. However, she was clearly incoherent—her hair disheveled as she kept rambling, "Demon! I'll kill you… I'll kill you! Argh… Villain, demon! I'll kill you, I'll kill you all!"

One wrong move and Melissa who always saw herself as the hunter in this game, would become a prey of Elara. No one spoke for a moment. The silence in the boutique was like a silence which comes before a storm. It was finally broken by the sound of Melissa’s ragged breathing. Her eyes darted from Elara’s murderous expression to the little girl standing defiantly behind her. "Mommy!" Emma chirped, reaching out to grab Elara’s silk skirt. "The orange juice lady tried to be a bully again." The word 'Mommy' hit Melissa like a physical blow. The dots finally began to connect in her twisted mind, sparking a flame of pure, delusional paranoia inside her.

“He was good and you are just too scared to accept it '' Cassandra challenged but Emelda was not having any of it. “You think he was good? How about when he will cancel my cards and set spending limits? What about when he will call and talk to her for hours and he will not spend a minute with me in the same room?” Emelda questioned but Cassandra was not believing any of it. Laura was more trusted and even in death she dared not doubt her words.

It's an ick and double ick factor. Thelma shrugged, smiling. 'Let's go to the cafeteria then.' Just as Izzie and Nev came over. 'Have you seen Wanda or Virginia at all?' Naima shook her head, trying not to remember her short spat with Wanda. Also, she thought it was best not to get mad at the others right now, maybe. Thelma's revelation had put her in a somewhat good mood So she said instead, 'What? Did you have a dream they got eaten by a cannibal?'