Emma Hollywood Novels & Stories

Her short silver sequenced dress the perfect attire that went well with her light make up and flawless collarbone. "Emma is the youngest," Clementine informed after we'd laughed at a couple of jokes now and there, and we'd had more than one bottle of red wine, "she's married to Heinz Field." "Heinz Field?" I asked in shock as I looked at the quiet Emma who shyly nodded, her hands on her lap and not like the other ladies and me who seemed very confident, "isn't he the one Forbes named as one of the richest men in the world?" I asked, shocked that this young girl who looked no older than 23 was married to a man in his 80's.

she began very smoothly, “I trust you have some good news for me; I find I have rather had my fill of bad. Kneeling in front of her, he rested his head on her belly close to her womb as if praying for her forgiveness. Mara and Dex did the same, and he saw that despite their compliance, they looked pretty uncomfortable. “My lady,” Lucas started, and despite the churning feeling inside him, his voice was level. “We have located her." Ema stepped closer, and she seemed to be genuinely interested in everything He was saying. “Go on. ” “Amelia is in Seattle,” Lucas said. “Currently, the lady in question works as an employee for Bookmark Haven, a bookstore." Ema let out a faint, satisfied giggle a

“Emma West.” “A reporter?” Amber snicker a bit, loving how Starr didn’t know who she was. She knew Starr wasn’t one for social media, but seeing her not knowing famous people, always got to her. “No ma, a famous actress. And…” she trailed. Starr frowned a bit as she asked, “And, what?” She sat down, while Amber stood close to her office entrance. Amber felt her heart skip a bit as she ready herself to tell Amber who Emma West was. “And, she is one of Mr. Chariton’s ex.”

After Katarina left, Emma stood alone in the bathroom, shaking with anger and fear in equal measure. Her phone buzzed. A text from Palmer: "Five minutes until announcement. Where are you?" Emma took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and walked back into the ballroom. She was Emma Mitchell. She'd built a business empire, revolutionized women's hockey, and raised two beautiful children. She wasn't going to let some ex-girlfriend intimidate her. Even if that ex-girlfriend was currently charming her husband twenty feet away. The lights dimmed and Palmer took the microphone.

“It makes you look like you put effort in without trying to look like you put effort in.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re so specific.” She smirked. “That’s what sisters are for. So… Emma, huh?” I sighed. “Don’t start.” “Oh, I’ve already started. You’ve been smiling at your phone all week.” “I have not.” “You totally have. Just don’t mess this up, Romeo.” Now, sitting in the dark theater beside her, I could still hear Chelsea’s teasing in my head. Emma laughed quietly at something on screen, her eyes lighting up in that way I’d grown to love — bright and sincere. I wasn’t sure what I liked more: her laugh or the way she tried to hide it behind her hand.

The universe's sense of humor is pretty fucking messed up. "What's going on?" Leo asks, scooting up in urgency. "Something I saw on the news this morning," replies Mateo, panting heavily. "They're.." he tries to catch his breath. "People are going missing, According to BBC, over the past week, 50 people in Hollywood have been reported missing." "Fifty people?" Leo repeats to make sure he wasn't hearing things. "Fifty in just one week, Alpha Leo!" the midwife confirms, bursting out with vigor. "That popular blonde singer, Taylor Swift, I think is one of them."

The driver drove off. Emma is a beautiful, young, and hardworking woman. She has milky white skin, hazel eyes, charming dimples, long blonde wavy hair, and a stunning figure. Emma is a single mother, 27 years old. And her daughter is just seven. Emma loves her daughter dearly and would do anything for her. Emma arrived at her office and settled down. She works in a hotel as a general supervisor and resumed her daily routine of overseeing every department. _____ Ethan Williams was on the phone when his secretary walked in to inform him about a visitor. He signalled her to let the person in while he continued his call.

I would make use of this opportunity very well, staring at him, I said, “This is new by now I would have been whacked twice across my face and probably be crying my eyes out right now. What changed Liam? I'm not asking for much, just tell me why you need me?” He sighed in frustration before saying, “I can see you have grown wings. When this is over I would break those wings with so much force it would leave scars. So I'm sure you know about my contract with Hollywood, my secretary Jason failed to go through the contract document properly. He omitted something. A Few days ago, I got an official email from Hollywood stating their preferred fashion designer my team would work with in producing

Her heart raced as the truth dawned on her! She had read too much in those books, to not recognize what she was turning to. She too, was a part of the Moonrise Legacy, connected to the ancient werewolf clan that roamed Silverwood. With trepidation and curiosity intertwining, Emma embraced her newfound identity, ready to uncover the truth that lay hidden beneath the surface of the moonlit town she called home.

I asked her, totally being confused. “Yes,” She pulled her to her side and held her arm, “She is going to be your wife in the future. Her name is Rachel Adams. Future CEO of Adams cooperatives.” She remarked. She had a wide smile which was kind of annoying to me. “I'm sorry, Noah. I should've probably introduced myself to you first.” “Why do you apologize, dear. He doesn't give interest in girls unlike other guys. So, he would've reacted the same if you weren't here.” My mom said, “Don't mind him.”