Emma Green Geller Novels & Stories

But what disturbed me most was the neurotic smile stretching across his lips as he stared into the camera with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "Sylvia, my beautiful mate," he said, his voice unnaturally cheerful despite his horrifying appearance. "I have prepared a very special mating gift for your sister-in-law's ceremony." Before I could respond or hang up, he turned the camera away from his face, revealing a scene that made me immediately cover my mouth to suppress a wave of nausea. Emma was chained to a concrete wall in what appeared to be a basement or storage room. Her face had turned a sickly black color from untreated infections, and her entire body was a mass of bloody, fester

He had forgotten that I was the only person he had ever given retinal access to. One door slid open, followed by the faint smell of metal and the cold of steel-lined walls. Holly was already there, leaning against a shelf stacked with wires and outdated hardware. Her hair was tied back low. Her face was calm, though her eyes were alert. She wore a black jacket and quiet shoes that never made a sound on any surface. "I don’t think this is just nostalgia," she said, looking me up and down. "It’s not" "Is Cassilas beginning to shake"

There Helma was, rocking a makeup tutorial live stream, racking up millions of fans, and even snagging a Greenville charity award. That mortician gig Madam Guller once sneered at? It got a shoutout from the bigwigs at Yaxtria. Now, Helma was dazzling everyone on the show, moonlighting as the enigmatic scent wizard, Lilac. Madam Guller's feelings were all over the place, her shock outdoing even the live chat's frenzy. They did not have a clue that Helma was also the famed Professor Harlana, a star in the academic world!

Stanley whispered back Just then a lady walked in, she was the exact replica of Amber, oval shaped face, blue eyes, but dressing differs, she wore a baggy shorts and a crazy Jean jacket top, her hair was packed in a crazy bun, she walked with a attitude and sat facing Amber as she said “what’s up sis, why the sudden urge to see me" no greeting, no how are you doing “Good to see you too sis" Amber said in a mocking voice “Guess am only good to see when you’re in trouble and you need me to bail you out” Ann rolled her eyes at Amber and said “well, am here, start talking” Todd studied Ann and realised there was a difference between Ann and Amber, Amber has a mole at the right corner of her mout

Grinding her teeth, Emma looked up only to be confronted with a living plastic doll. Veronica Aniston. The hottest and most popular girl in the college. She was second on the list of her bullies. “What’s up nerdy?”, Veronica smirked while swaying her phone in front of her face. Emma crossed her arms over her chest and smiled back at her, “Good. What about you Annabelle?” Her answer made Veronica blow her top. Her amber eyes glistened with tears as she seethed on her face.

She scrubbed at her teeth with her fingers and did her best to make herself look presentable before going back out to the main room. The sun started to set, painting the entire room in gold and orange. Emma stood in front of a window, absorbing the color of the setting sun with her entire being. Her stomach queasiness was completely gone now. Solid ground had done the trick. “Here you are,” Jackson said, handing her a heavy glass full of amber liquid. Emma sniffed before sipping. The taste was ginger ale. “Is there any alcohol in this?” she asked, taking a deeper sip. “No, just ginger. I thought it might help your stomach.”

“Emma, this is my sister, Chelsea. Chelsea, this is Emma Carter.” Sister. Oh. That explained the similar green eyes and the same calm composure. Chelsea smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you! You’re the transfer from Clearwater, right?” I nodded. “Yeah, that’s me. Still learning my way around.” “You’ll figure it out,” she said easily. “Just don’t let Ethan convince you to skip class for snacks.” Ethan held up his hands defensively. “Hey, I’ve been good this semester!” Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Good is relative.”

Amy also noticed the halo glow in Agent Hernandez’s eyes, which helped her remember that Agent Hernandez was an artificial human known as a Counterfeit. “Agent Cho!!” Agent Hernandez shouted while placing both of his hands against Amy’s wet face. He tried to snap the distressed pregnant mother back into reality. He knew Amy was extremely disoriented after being completely immersed in a virtual reality game for over five hours. “What’s happening?” Amy gasped out her words while putting her eyes on Agent Hernandez’s face. She still felt stunned by the residue of her reality twisting and turning. Amy looked around at a nurse who was putting her fingers through her short hair.

she uttered, casually changing the topic. Remembering the scheduled meeting, Ellianna looked at her wristwatch. “Right, let's go. We don't want to be late for that appointment.” … The two arrived at the GEM Entertainment building filled with beautiful people roaming around. As an established entertainment company that houses the brightest stars, it was only normal to see pretty and dazzling people in the area. Even the staff of the company are good looking. Still, in the sea of attractive people, Phyllis stood out. She captured everyone's attention with her petite stature and long straight hair. Her cuteness was accentuated by her silver-rimmed round glasses, which complemented the way her b

Jacob cries, launching himself down the hallway. And then—enter Grammy. Except she’s not the silver-haired matriarch I imagined. She looks mid-fifties, with smart eyes and grocery bags dangling from both arms. Perry takes the bags. I rise, offering my best “please-don’t-hate-me” smile. “Gretta, this is Emory Bradford,” Perry says. Her eyes land on me. Pale gray, sharp. The corners of her mouth lift, but the smile doesn't quite reach her eyes.