Emma Idv Novels & Stories

His voice raised and this time, he gained the attention of some people in the restaurant. "Trust me, I just s-snapped out of it," Emma said with a daring look in her eyes that nobody has seen before. She stood up and so did Mila who was still in shock. "If you change your major we will disown you and won't pay for anything, not the lawyer, not the therapy sessions, not the medication, nothing!" he warned her. "It was nice seeing you, Mr. Adams," she said coldly, without stuttering, and walked with Mila out of the restaurant, but before leaving, Emma turned to her dad. "And FYI, I'm a f-fucking virgin," she spat.

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she asked. Emma nodded. "Yes." "And you think I'm good for the Job, just by looking at me?" Cassandra asked. "Oh, you'll undergo a critical scrutiny that's if you are interested but my instincts never lie." Emma replied flashing her white set of teeth. "So I come in tomorrow?" Cassandra asked. "Yes if you can, here's the company's card." Emma said as she handed a cream coloured small card. The card read 'Clearview Enterprises'. "Clearview?" Cassandra asked.

EMMA EMMA, I HAVE BEEN TEXTING YOU FOR THREE HOURS IS AIDEN ALIVE? ARE YOU ALIVE? IS LINCOLN ALIVE? EMMA? I do not text back. I am a person who is on a floor. I am a person who is in love with a man. I am a person who has just said I love you out loud for the first time. I am a person who is going to call Sophie in an hour. I am a person who is going to tell Sophie that I said I love you to Aiden and Aiden said I love you back and we are going to do a memorial for his wife next month and Sophie is going to scream.

“Dad… I wish you were here to see this.” A warm smile spread across my face as I grabbed my phone to call my best friend. She deserved to hear the good news first. Before I could press the call button, another notification appeared on my screen. Unknown Number. With curiosity, I asked my self Who could this be? Out of curiosity I opened the message. Hello, Vera. This is Adrian Blackwood, CEO of Maavidor Enterprises. Kindly text me when you’re available. I’d like to discuss your job details personally.

I opened the envelope fully and pulled out the first set of documents, settling back on the bed as my eyes scanned the header. The file was clinical and heavily stamped, labeled under a private medical facility, and the first line immediately pulled my attention to the subject’s name—Emma V. My brows drew together slightly as I continued reading, trying to understand why her name was on something so formal and restricted. The document described a supposed medical assistance agreement presented to her under the claim of clearing a long-standing treatment debt and securing continued access to healthcare services, with forms that were framed as standard consent paperwork requiring urgent approv

“With legal present. Tonight.” Eli coughed behind me, and the sound killed every illusion I had about choice. Adrian watched my flinch like he filed it away. Then he turned and kept walking. Jared stepped in front of me, iPad up like a barrier. “Your full name,” he said. “Phone number. And don’t lie.” My mouth was dry. “Samira De Vera,” I said. I typed my life into his device with shaking fingers. He didn’t thank me. He didn’t smile.

EMMA - FLASHBACK (ONE YEAR AGO) Today is my last day at college, and after this, I’ll be pursuing my dream of becoming a vet. It's my passion, and I’m determined to achieve it. I get up from bed, take a refreshing shower, and put on my yellow dress. As I glance at my reflection in the mirror, I smile—feeling beautiful. My black hair falls to my waist, and my face is clear, though not quite as flawless as my sister Violet’s. She is the epitome of beauty.

He lowered his head in regret and nodded slightly. "I … I’m sorry," Rayden whispered, his voice barely audible. Amora gaped. She could hardly believe it and turned to Emma. "Is what he said true?" A long sigh escaped Emma's lips, and she gave a small nod. Emma then told Amora what Rayden had done two days ago. Rayden had searched for the matchmaking app himself through an internet search on Emma's tablet. He also asked Emma to pay the registration f*e so he could make his mother a VIP member of the app.

“I don’t even know your last name, or which pack you’re from. I don’t know if you’re mated...” I shook my head. “My name is Emma. I was adopted when I was four or five; they were good people, but life taught me that nothing lasts forever, good or bad. My biological dad, a human jerk, lied to my mother, a werewolf told her I died, divorced her, and walked away. She never believed I was dead, and searched for me all this time. So, Dan to answer your first question, my name is Emma Adams, I’m nineteen-ish, and I’m from a farmer market village where my pack lives undercover among humans few hours from here.”