Emma Geller-green Novels & Stories

She was two years younger than him, with the same green eyes and easy charm. “Emma!” I called out. “Come in!” “I hope I’m not interrupting,” Emma said, setting her bags down and giving me a careful hug. “Josh texted that you were planning the wedding today and I couldn’t resist crashing the party.” “Perfect timing actually. We need all the help we can get.” I gestured to the chaos around us. “Fair warning, Green has very strong opinions about everything.” “As I should,” Green defended. “Someone has to make sure this wedding doesn’t turn into a P*******t fail.”

he introduced charmingly, and showed his cute dimples on both cheeks. She smiled at his introduction. "My name is Hailey Green, the tenth placer on the list," she mimicked him. "Oh, yes, Hailey Green, the famous fashionista. So, tell me, what's your problem with Grey? I heard you mentioned his name a while ago," he told, and the smirk on his lips disappeared as he talked to her seriously. "As if you'd help me. You are just wasting my time. I've got to go," she said, dismissing him, and turned around.

she said politely. Taking an elevator we got to the fifth floor of the company, and she led us to an office with Miss Emma Addams initials written on the door. She knocked before opening the door, we entered after her. “Good morning Miss Emma Addams, Mr. Liam Leon Galloway is here.” she said calmly.

A client presentation at eleven. And approximately a thousand emails waiting for her attention. So Emma got up. Showered. Dressed. Applied enough concealer to hide the shadows beneath her eyes. And went to work. The elevator doors opened onto the executive floor. Emma stepped out. Her heels clicked softly against the marble. Several employees greeted her. She smiled automatically. Answered automatically. Walked automatically. Everything felt mechanical. Distant. Like she was observing herself from somewhere far away. She reached the conference room just as people were beginning to gather.

Chapter Seventy-Seven "What's up?" Jethro asked. Z stood next to him, placing down documents related to Emma Greene. "Emma Greene comes from an orphanage, she had a talent for music from a young age and was once a piano artist. However, she had an accident that damaged her nerves, and couldn't perform in concerts anymore," Z said. Jethro raised an eyebrow at this information. "Emma Greene knows Harvey because they met at a party before she had her accident. If we talk about appearances, she really looks like Madam Gemma," Z said, surprised that two people could look like twins.

Had Charles not been yelling his head off in those sewers, Helma could have easily escaped. Life started to get back to normal for Helma. She clocked in at Green Tassel Fragrances, part of the Guller empire, where the hours were anything but regular. Lexie was running the show there now, and things were smooth sailing. Before she knew it, three days zipped by. Helma spent her days mixing scents and her evenings whipping up healthy eats for Wanda. Then, one morning at 8 AM sharp, her phone buzzed. It was Madam Guller. "Hemmy, Rana's bringing Henry over for lunch today. Swing by, will you?" Madam Guller's voice crackled through the line.

Earlier in the morning, a slew of prominent social media influencers had suddenly begun posting about the incident. [Let me give you the inside scoop on the Green family and the popular actress, Jenny Green. Her father, Michael Green, and her mother, Ellen Sadler, have been in love since they were youths. The alleged affair and divorce circulating online are false. In her desperation to marry Michael Green, Serena Harper—Amy Green’s mother—resorted to every means possible to ruin his relationship with Ellen Sadler.]

I feel even plainer than before, if that’s even possible. With a swift and elegant move, the woman stands up and walks towards us. “My darling, I hear you have some interesting news for us...” she says as she kisses Leopold on both cheeks, and then she looks at me out of the corner of her eye. “I do, mother...” Leopold says with a sigh. “This is Emma Green, my fiancée. Emma, this is my mother Isabella Beckett.” “It’s really nice to meet you, ma'am,” I say as I stretch my hand to shake hers, but she doesn’t take my hand, she just leaves me there waiting and she looks at me up and down with disdain.

"I don't know if I'm being paranoid. But that green car outside, I've seen it before. At the mall. And yesterday when Cameron dropped me off." Emma was beside me at the window in under three seconds. We both looked. The green car sat there, entirely unremarkable. "What color did you say?" Emma asked. "Green, dark green. And it's the same make, I think. I didn't get the plates." Emma was quiet for a moment. Then: "Wait, wait, hope it's not what I'm thinking?” "I know what you're going to say." "I hope that SOB hasn't…" She stopped. "I hope it's not what I'm thinking. I hope it's not Joe doing this."

One hand in his pocket, Harry stood upright, full of pride, a slight tilt of his face looking at her with amusement, "What are you waiting for? Afraid I'll come in and 'eat' you?" "Insane!" She glared at him and pressed the password to open the door. As the door opened, the bright lights inside spilled out. Emma froze for a moment, not knowing who was in her house because Giselle was still working in Hollywood and hadn't returned yet. A middle-aged woman in an apron walked out, cheerfully welcoming her, "You're back? Why didn't you ?" In an instant, Emma's entire body stiffened. She stammered, "M... Mom... Mom, when did you come here?"