Emma Green Geller Novels & Stories

Emma I saw the smile disappear from Jenna and Mom’s faces while the three CEOs looked at each other in confusion. Jenna looked at Ara, still dumbfounded, and Ara acknowledged her with a nod and a smile. “No… No… No… There has to be some mistake,” Ben commented. He put his hand on top of his head and looked at Mr. Mills before continuing. “Did you actually call her Moon Healer?” “Well, yes,” Mr. Mills answered with conviction. “Emma Webber is none other than the famous Moon Healer of Medcare Pharma.”

he said and turned to leave. "By the way, I'm Edward Nates. What's yours?" He said as he turned back. Then he remembered that I got no name. "So since you are like my personal property now, I would need to give you a name. So I would call you... Ella". "Duh" I replied and entered.

It was morning already. Derrick was sitting by the still burning fire. He looked like he didn't sleep a wink all night. The fire never went out. I could tell it was no ordinary fire. There were no woods to keep it lit, but it still burned brightly. I handed him back his jacket. “Thank you.” I said almost in a whisper. “You're welcome.” He replied coldly and made his way out of the cave. I was right behind him. He looked like I had pissed him off The side of him I had seen last night was probably temporary. He was back to his icy self. I tailed behind him like a lost pup. We were almost at the entrance when a woman came in. She was clad in emerald green. I can feel my eyes widening as the mys

"The term Mommy is an emotional identifier with no associated data in my current neural map. I have no pictures." "You don't have them," Killian rasped, pulling himself up from the floor. He was clutching his side, his silver eyes fixed on me with a desperate, burning hope. "But they do. Elara, listen to me. Your grandmother was a scientist, yes, but she was a Silver Crest first. She knew the Amnesia Protocol was a one way street. She knew you wouldn't be able to find your way back alone."

Emma. Fuck!

Emma knew that in order to move forward, she needed to address the trauma that Lily had endured. The kidnapping had left deep scars, and Emma was determined to help her daughter heal. She scheduled an appointment with Dr. Ellen Hart, the psychologist who had helped their family during the tumultuous times of divorce and relocation. The day of the appointment, Emma and Lily walked into Dr. Hart’s cozy office. The walls were adorned with colorful drawings, and a shelf was filled with toys and books. Dr. Hart greeted them warmly, her gentle demeanor immediately putting Lily at ease.

She appears serene, but I can observe the look of uncertainty in her eyes. I approach her. My heels rap against the marble floor. Percival hangs back politely. He looks at his phone and gives me a nod. Agenda for this evening: schmooze, schmooze with donors, show off our coalition. When I arrive at Elena's side, Giselle Van Dorn is standing next to her. Giselle wears emerald green and pearls that glint. She's smiling too brightly. Her eyes are glinting with a flash of sharpness.

Emma Reynolds, a 25 year old writer and journalist, sat in her cluttered office at the Silverwood Gazette, her gaze fixed on the computer screen displaying the latest article she had written. For months Emma has been trying to uncover a mystery. The room hummed with the soft whirring of the ancient air conditioner, struggling to combat the summer heat that seeped through the old windows. Towering stacks of newspapers, teetering piles of research notes, and a collection of mismatched coffee mugs adorned her desk, creating an organized chaos that mirrored Emma's racing thoughts.

Emilia said immediately she dragged me inside a room and put the door in the lock "Enemy?" I questioned, although I noticed the condescending look and tone I still didn't pick up that we could have been enemies "if you don't even remember Amber I don't think we should be here in the first place," Emilia said with worry all over her face "Amber? Amber Dickinson? The Amber!" I let out in shock, how come I didn't recognize her, she is also as popular as Actress Demetria, the media called them Bffs but I guess not.

" responded the sleeping lady as a little fog started to appear in the room. "right. emma. how are you feeling." "fine. you man tried to take Baramora." "Baramora?" snapped Jane looking at emma who held onto what she had in her hands. "please forgive gerald. do you know where you are?" inquired jane. "yes. I'm on earth. the mortal world." responded she. "yeah, I think you should rest for now."