Emma Green Geller Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’m so glad I could help. You know I’ll always be here if you ever need anything.” Tears welled up in Kelly’s eyes as she pulled Darina into a grateful hug. “Are you practicing to cuddle your enemies to death?” joked Amber, approaching the arena. Dressed in red leggings and a matching top, her ginger hair blazing in the sun, she looked dangerous—like walking fire. Her movements were smooth and graceful, almost feline. “She is a cat, silly,” Coral whispered to Darina with a smirk. Darina hugged Amber. “No, this is just our usual greeting. Now it’s your turn to hug the other hundred girls before we begin.”

I’m suddenly finding myself in the packhouse right outside of Wesely’s room. He sneers angrily at me. “You are weak, and have no place in this pack much less as my Luna. I, Wesley Steel, future Alpha of the Jade Pack, reject you, Avril West as my mate and Luna.” He shoves me to the ground, stunned. How could this be happening? Wasn’t my mate supposed to love and cherish me? I then see a pair of brown eyes looking at me lovingly. I feel warm. How do I know this color? I can see? I hear a voice. I can help you see. She says. I am Emerald, your wolf. You are special. I gasp in surprise.

Amberlee said excitedly. “His real name is Matthew, but he’s gone by Jill pretty much since we got married.” At the confused look on Malachi' face, Jack gave a small laugh. “It’s like Jack and Jill,” Amberlee said. “My first parents were Amber and Nicholas Johnson. They were killed last year in a rogue attack. I’m an Omega. Nobody wanted me. But last time Daddy and Daddy Jill were here, they came with Aunt Sles. Daddy Jill said that he fell in love with me before he ever saw me.”

“This is my first time being a mother. I don’t have much experience, but I promise I’ll try my best. Jam, will you give me a chance?” Jamilah froze. The same woman who had just been terrifying her was now holding her so gently. Her embrace… it’s so warm. “I… I’ll think about it,” she mumbled, still unsure. Emerald chuckled. “Fair enough. Let’s start fresh, then. Hello, I’m Emerald—just like the bright moon.” Jamilah blinked. She had never met a woman who played by her rules. Under Emerald’s patient, smiling gaze, Jamilah finally spoke, her voice careful but sincere. “Jamilah—, like a sunny day.”

Emma didn’t stir. Her breathing was shallow. Too shallow. “Emma?” Arielle touched her wrist gently. “Hey, baby, I’m here.” Emma’s eyelids fluttered open, barely. Her pupils looked glassy, unfocused. “Ari…” she whispered, voice fragile. “It hurts.” Arielle fought the urge to break. “I know, sweetheart. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” Emma winced, curling slightly. “My stomach… it’s burning.”

Great smiled. Seeing that gleam in her eyes, Halle raised her hands in surrender and quickly got off the floor. “I’m up!” She exclaimed hurriedly, her eyes widened with trepidation as she looked at that glass that was filled to the brim with ice. Knowing who Greta was, Halle knew she wouldn’t hesitate to dump all that ice on Halle’s skin if she deemed it necessary… Greta found a lot of crazy actions necessary to get her point across so Halle wasn’t going to take any chances.

As Esmeralda and Axel stood in the dimly lit store room, their voices hushed, Axel couldn't help but admire the beauty that surrounded him, especially the captivating woman before him. Esmeralda was a vision of striking beauty, an enchanting presence that seemed to radiate from within. Her long, wavy ebony hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of darkness, its glossy strands catching the faint light in the room and shimmering with an almost ethereal glow. Her eyes, the most arresting feature, were a mesmerizing shade of emerald green. They held a depth and intensity that Axel found himself drawn into, like twin pools of liquid jade. They were windows to a soul that seemed both ancient

In the world where social hierarchy exists, there’s an 8 year old girl who lives in an orphanage and works for money. She has golden hair, and rainbowed eyes. Her eyes can change depending on how she feels. If she’s angry, her eyes will turn to red, if she’s sad, her eyes will turn to blue, but her normal eye colour is golden brown. “Clementine!” the head of the orphanage shouted to her. She quickly runs towards the room next to her, then asks the head.

She froze. "Emma Green, a gynecologist at St. Mary's. She was Grace's neighbor and friend. She was the one who delivered you."