Emma Gregory Audiobook Novels & Stories

“You must be Emma. You’re so pretty. How old are you now?” Emma didn’t respond. She couldn’t see Savannah’s lips move. Savannah’s smile faltered. “I guess she’s shy,” she said, turning to Derek. “Or maybe she doesn’t like me.” I touched Emma’s shoulder gently. When she looked up, I signed, “Your aunt is talking to you, sweetie.” Emma turned to Savannah. “Sorry, I can’t hear you,” she said. “My hearing aid is broken.” “Oh,” Savannah said. “I thought…”

She finally croaks out in a raspy voice. "Yes, Maggie, this is Layla. Can you maybe give her a reading? I need to talk to Alph- I mean Jaxon about something and I would love your expert opinion." Emma seems to be nervous as she fidgets with her hands and bounced the toe of her foot off the ground impatiently. The sound seems to echo in the locker room. "I'm sorry, did you say a reading? As in - " I begin to ask when Maggie cuts me off.

Chapter 2: Divorce Me Emily's POV The smile on my face didn't fade as I opened the door. "You're finally home," I said, holding the gift box behind my back. Gregory stepped inside without looking at me. His face was cold, and he walked past me as if I wasn't even there. I blinked in confusion before closing the door behind him. "Gregory?" I called softly. "Is everything okay? You don't look..."

Emma chipped in. Eve turned towards the two womaen asking her the same question repeatedly and yelled angryly. “I said i don't know. What else do you want me to say? I came alone.”and again, Her hands played with her earrings. “Fine then.”Emma voice potrayed wrath, “Then i won't hesitate to show you that you're nothing but a dog used by the organization.” She picked her phone, dialed a number and the person picked at the first ring.

Jeff Greg checked out him and plastered on his expert smile: “It’s due to the fact Mike Emerson greeted me. Those workbooks on your fingers aren’t our elegance, right? What’s with you nowadays going round anywhere supporting humans bring things? Earlier you even helped Emily Blake distribute books. Our Ryan Dixon honestly likes to assist others~”

His brows knit together, suspicious, like I’d handed him a grenade. He plugged it into his laptop, and the audio file began to play. I didn’t say a word. Neither did he. Not until her voice started. And when it did—when he heard Emma ordering the hit, saying my name, dripping venom—Keagan froze.

Emma Pov "Emma please wait!" I heard Tristan distance call for me to stop but I kept on walking. I didn't bother to get into the car, I kept walking to who knows where. I was feeling really cold because I was wet. "Emma." Tristan hand grabbed me by my shoulder and spun me around. "Look at me. Tell me what's wrong, I'm here for you. I looked into his moonlit eyes and sighed. "I-i have never done it before, or have I touched a man down there." I manage to say in a low tone, feeling embarrassed.

I had an automatic voice recognition gate, like my Nana's, but when Emma was attacked, by my own mother, I had it changed and hired more security and more household employees, including a new chef. I took the elevator, though I usually took the stairs; I was eager to see if Emma was around or if she had left. I opened the bedroom door and saw her talking on the phone. She was wearing a very sexy tight vest with a short shorts with part of her booty hanging out. She looked delicious. I was lost in my thoughts for a moment, but when she said the name "Roger" into the phone my mood changed instantly. That bastard couldn't just leave her alone? I moved over to the bed, where she was sitting and

That was surprising to hear. Soon, I heard the faint cries of Emee coming from her bassinet near the couch. She was taking a nap up until that moment; she was most likely hungry. Greggory’s eye lit up as he made his way over to her; I rushed to her side because something about him I wasn’t trusting, and I didn’t want him near my daughter. Though, I tried not to make that obvious. “Sorry,” he said, reading my expression. “I just love kids. I always wanted them, but Rachel never did,” he explained. “Jessica told me a lot about Emee. She’s a cutie.”

was it fun, or am I banned from future outings? Emma: it was fun. and you didn’t talk the whole time. helpful. Connor: helpful? wow, I feel loved. Emma: lol. yes. helpful. Connor: okay… then how about a second round sometime? Emma: maybe :) I grinned. Maybe was all I needed. And just as I was about to type something more, I leaned back and thought: she’s different. she’s not like anyone else I know. Connor: alright. mister “helpful,” don’t overwork yourself with the tile. save some charm for me.