Emma Hollywood Novels & Stories

Not from him. "Fuck off! Open the goddamn door, Jessica!" "I am not Jessica!" His eyes immediately turned to me. "What did you say?" "I am not Jessica. At least not in the paper." I reached over the dashboard and pulled out my passport. "It's Amanda." He was perplexed as he studied the picture. "This is bullshit." "That's me. I swear I will tell you why and how. Just agree to come with me, Jake. You don't have to live that life anymore."

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

Emma sang cheerily as she walked up to Riley and sat on her bed beside Riley. “I am so sorry I am late, I had to sort out some last minute business; my new PA is outrageously terrible.” “It’s fine, I have all day,” Riley said and meant it. She looked at Emma and noticed how different she now looks. Emma has been in Hawaii for some weeks now, working on her addiction and spending time with her grandmother who was dying of cancer. Her skin glowed now, and all those freckles and blots caused by her enormous intake of drugs were gone, and her body looks very much in shape. “What did you do with your body?!” Riley could not help but ask.

“Emma was in one of the files. Except her name isn’t Emma, it’s Camille Munroe.” Sure enough, a photo of Emma was attached to the file but instead it showed her name as Camille Munroe and that she had worked at the LA Lark for a few months. The photo wasn’t recent though. In it their female had long hair that was a light brown and fell in waves to frame her perfect face and slender neck. Jag couldn’t help but notice the sadness in her eyes as well. It was the same sadness that he recalled seeing the first time they spoke. It was Emma but not the Emma they knew. This was a timid mouse compared to the feisty kitten he had fallen in love with. It didn’t make sense. Emma had said she had moved f

Emma; and what might that be? Eric; me Emma grinned from ear to ear as she read his messages. She had been writing since she got back and needed something to distract her when Eric texted. Eric; what do you want to do? Emma ; watch a movie, maybe. Eric; what movie? Emma; crazy rich Asians. Have you seen it? Eric; Not at all Emma; where do you live? Under a rock? Eric chuckled. He was either always at work or doing some work at home. He wasn't someone who watched a lot of movies or even any at all.

EMMA Just as Sylvia was about to lash out, the door to the hospital room opened with a sudden creak, freezing everyone in place. The doctor’s voice was calm but firm. “Who is Miss Emma?” The tension in the room spiked, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Hailey, her smile stretched unnervingly wide, pushed me forward, her fingers cold against my arm. “Here she is.” I hesitated but stepped forward, the knot in my stomach tightening. “Yes, me,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though the weight of all their eyes on me made it hard to breathe.

He answered then lets us in. We all walked in then I spotted Emma in the kitchen with a baby. Emma is Rodgers wife. She was his high school sweetheart... As he likes to call it. They were together since High school. Of course, they had their problems and broke up some time but they still ended up together anyway. They had Jacob before marriage tho. Emma is a beautiful African- American woman with hazel eyes. She is a fashion designer and owns a boutique. I remember alway sgoing there for my shopping. Its now one of the top boutiques in Cali.

Emily thank her best friend, sipping the alcohol in one go. "Are you sure you can go to school, in this condition?" Nice asked because her best friend now was a mess, her face and eyes were so red, if any paparazzi could come in now they would have loved to take photos of Mr. Hale's daughter, Emily. though she was just fifteen she was well known all over the internet for her life hack videos, her acting skills, her singing skills and let's not forget being the daughter of Mr. Hale, the CEO of N&H cooperations.

I flinch at the name which appears on screen and my insides die a little. Marissa Hartley. Jesus Christ! That was not expected. I glance over at him, through the glass door, trying to figure out if I should ignore it. I decide against it and then answer, my nosiness getting the better of me and I would rather not get yelled at for ignoring his calls. “Mr. Carrero’s cell … Emma Anderson speaking.” I answer icily. “Oh! Emma?” she sounds shocked to find me on the other end. I don’t know why? I’m his assistant after all, I sometimes do man his cell for him. Bimbo!

Three Days Ago Friday afternoon Bradley Sanders had just pulled shut his office door at Webb County Community College and was in the process of locking it when he heard: “Hey, Brad. What’s up?” He breathed deep, feeling his insides warm. And he turned, smiling at Emma Hatcher, a colleague in the Mythology Department here at Web Community. Young and vivacious but also highly intelligent, she’d proven very stimulating company this past year. Very stimulating indeed. He regarded Emma’s approach with surreptitious appraisal as she glided toward him. Not swinging her hips, exactly, but swaying in a graceful way that couldn’t be so plainly described as “walking.” She seemed more suited to Broadway