Emma Killed By Riley Novels & Stories

The ambulance came and the persons immediately check the patient but no nerves felt. "Mam, she is already dead", the man said. Kylie lost her balance and fell to the ground. She cried out 'ALINA' name many time but she didn't wake up! "This was all because of that, Emily. She is the reason for my daughter's death. I will kill you, Emily", she growled with full of anger. On the other side, Ryan wakes up Emily and makes breakfast for her. "Love, comes downstairs", he said allowed. Emily came. Ryan makes her sit on his lap and start feeding her.

At the sudden revelation, Emma averted her gaze from the screen of her laptop, her thoughts spinning as she attempted to comprehend the bone chilling article she had just read. To her astonishment, both Sheryl and Damien, the investigators who had delved into the enigmatic depths of the Maddox empire, had met their demise within a mere four months. An upheaval of nausea gripped her, prompting her to rise from her seat and traverse the quiet room with a frenzied gait.

Why did they have to kill Emily? Zeke led her out of the training room to the locker room, where she just grabbed her bag without bothering to wash the blood off her face and hands. And then he led her outside. Derek and Myles were already waiting in the car, still in their training kits. She could tell by their demeanour that Zeke had already told them what had happened. The Council had just killed someone in front of several witnesses and left her body for someone else to deal with. Because they could get away with murder.

Being so easily manipulated by my own emotions made me incredibly frustrated. Then there was the matter of Anna and Lila. Rachel was Emmett’s daughter, and he had killed her without hesitation just to protect himself. What would stop him from harming Anna? I remembered there was one other person who might know something about Emmett. I hurried to Frank’s car and drove back to Motina in the dead of night. Halfway there, my phone rang incessantly. I could have known who it was with my eyes closed. I answered. “Where the hell are you going!?” Ray’s voice boomed, nearly making my earpiece explode.

My fists clenched against the glass as tears filled my eyes. Emma was pale, barely breathing, clinging to Victoria's wheelchair, pleading in agony through her weakened wolf's whimpers, "Mommy... Emma is so uncomfortable... Emma wants to see Daddy..." But Victoria didn't respond with comfort, instead glaring down at Emma with cold emerald eyes and hissing in a low voice, "Keep begging, Emma. If you can't make your father come to save you, then there's no point in fighting anymore!" The second video was from the medical chamber, showing Emma's small form lifeless on the white hospital bed, her golden eyes closed forever. Dr. Harrison Fletcher announced her death, with the time and cause matchi

But the face on that screen—those eyes, that mouth…. “No,” Emma whispered her throat tightened. “No, no, no…” “It’s her,” Alia said hoarsely. “Selena….. She’s alive.” Emma’s stomach twisted, her hands shook around the pistol. She dropped it onto the table with a clatter, stumbling back. “No. I killed her. I killed her!” Her voice cracked, a ragged snarl of denial. Alia’s eyes were wide, terrified. “You said…” “I saw her bleed out!” Emma’s hands clawed through her hair. “I saw the coffin. Damien buried her. She’s—she’s not supposed to be….”

Emma would need to recover fully, both physically and mentally. After a week, Emma was discharged. Morris had her back at his place. She did nothing as all her needs were attended to. Morris bought expensive things for her, flowers, and made sure she laughed all the time. Even on occasions he had to leave for work, which Emma didn't take much interest in, he sent messages to check on her. Her departmental people visited too, with Allen informing her that she was on sick leave. She was also informed that numerous officers had died that night. She was broken. Allen also informed Emma that Jim had been found slaughtered in his mansion with his guards. There was no evidence as to who did it, as

Emma spotted the key right on the table. "Yes but Stephen may come back." "Don't worry my partner is speaking with him. He will keep that young man busy till our work is done." Emma took the keys and rushed back to the car. 'I must do this quick.' When she came back to the car, she saw someone on the ground. She bent down only to realise that it was Agent Jones. He was stabbed in the chest. Emma gasped. "You always appear in the wrong place at the wrong time." Emma turned and saw someone familiar. It was a man in a black hood. He was the same man who killed Cathy.

“The man looked familiar, but it was dark, and I couldn't see him clearly. He shot the bartender at once, and came at me, but… there was a noise in the back room so he… he…” She trails off, her eyes blown wide. “I think he killed someone else, but I don't know. I passed out then. It's been a crazy weekend, but even with my brand of bad luck, this is too much.” My breath catches and I clear my throat. I can't believe this is even happening. It sounds like a made up story, but I saw the bartenders body, and Riley is lying here with a bandage around her head. The ache in my chest spreads as I let out a shaky breath, and take her hands in mine.

Emily remained silent, her gaze fixed on nothing as if she were staring into space. “I’ll be back,” Derick said, turning away. When he reached the exit, he called Richard. Derick: “How was the mission?” Richard: “They found nothing. Not even a single soul,” Richard said, his voice thick with frustration. I was right, Derick thought to himself. Richard: “That’s why I couldn’t bring myself to come to the hospital last night. How could I face Emily after giving her my word?” Derick: “Richard, tell Captain Miller that Don Emilio sent an assassin. They injected Jems with an unknown substance.”