Emma Geller-green Novels & Stories

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.

It was unknown if she was as close to the female lead in real life as the female lead on television. When Emma knocked on the door, an assistant looked at her coldly. "Please come in." Emma quickly smiled at her and said, "Sorry to bother you." Then she went in. She saw a girl wearing cute casual clothes, leaning lazily on a single sofa chair. She was drinking a cup of coffee in her hand. "Hello, I'm the designer who called you just now. . ." "Why don't you just introduce yourself as Mrs. Grafton? I only saw you because of your identity. Otherwise, do you think a small designer from the design department can stand here and talk to me?" Helena looked at her with disdain and her voice was also

Knowing Winter, who worked in research, wasn't the most comfortable in social situations, Elijah rose to make introductions, ready to help her make the best first impression. "Win, this is Ms. Rebecca Green, the one who's been trying to get in touch with you. She traveled all the way from Maeveria. She's the wife of the chairman of RX Group." "Ms. Green, thank you for coming such a long way," Winter said at once. She stepped forward, inclining slightly as she extended her hand with polite composure. She hadn't had time to change clothes, but she'd stopped by a cosmetics store on the way and used the free testers to lightly fill in her brows and add a touch of lipstick. That alone was enough

‘What did you feel? ‘I can’t point it out exactly. But it was unsettling. To say the least…it's like we are connected…’ Connected, ew. I have no business having any connection with anyone that is not the princess. The girl started pleading again just then, voice shaky. “I don’t know anyone here, sir. My name is Emma Grayson. I’m a final year undergraduate scholarship student in the Department of Medicine at UCLA. I live in a small apartment on Maple Street, number 47. If I ever speak about any of this, you can track me down and kill me there. Please… I swear I won’t say a word to anyone. Just let me go!”

"You don't understand. This stuff always has repercussions." Emma splashes her hands in the tub and then her little body lurches over and the worst baby olive-green vomit projectiles out of her mouth like my child has been possessed by the same demon who stars in the Exorcist movies. Green goo covers the front of the bathtub and I reach into the water getting the second round of puke all over my arm. The water turns the most disgusting shade of green and I gag, grabbing her out of the tub while splashing the liquid on the floor.

Posters of the invited authors lined the walls. Thor gave her hand a reassuring squeeze when they spotted her name on one of the banners. “See? You’re exactly where you belong.” Celina smiled nervously as they walked into the main hall, where they were welcomed by the event organizer, Dean Emma Callahan. Emma was an impressive woman—her silver hair cut in a refined style that matched her poised yet approachable demeanor. She wore a flawless black suit and carried herself with a presence that filled the room. “You must be Celina Brown,” Emma said, extending her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Your writing is deeply moving.”

BLOGGER’S OFFICE – NEXT MORNING The office was small but modern—glass partitions, whiteboards filled with scribbled names and arrows, phones ringing in intervals, and the faint buzz of multiple monitors running all at once. At the far end of the room, a young woman with sharp eyes and a short pixie cut—Adaora, better known as “GistGoddess” to the public—clicked open an encrypted email flagged as “Anonymous Submission – High Priority.” The subject line read: “THE KAREEM BABY SCANDAL – REAL FATHER EXPOSED.”

"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?"