Emma Marie Instagram Novels & Stories

She didn’t receive that statement well. “I’m serious though, Char. I don’t want this trip to be just… you know, quiet nights and boring days for you. We’re making memories. Good ones. So you better get used to social media and social life as a whole.” I couldn’t fight the smile tugging at my lips. “Fine, let’s give it a try.” I replied softly. “Good, now ae will make a list of things to do,” she replied. Just then Emma walked into the room, smelling like a whole perfume store. She’d changed clothes again, fresh and trendy wear.

Mia slowly spoke as she blinked her eyes slowly. "I.." Mara wanted to explain but she heard someone scream from behind and she knew she had to make a run for it if she wanted to remain alive. She pushed Mia roughly as she ran off. Three hefty men in Black which were chasing Mara earlier didn't even notice Mia who was on the floor and rubbing her injured shoulder. At Lakshmi's house Lakshmi's POV "Please wait!!" I yelled as I ran after the lady with my phone in my hand. "Yes" she gently turned around the moment I got close enough to tap her gently on the back.

He looked up and caught her staring at him. “Uh, hi,” she said awkwardly in a small voice that couldn’t be heard over the noise of the lawn mower. She was embarrassed to have been caught staring. The guy turned off the lawn mower. “Hi. I’m Matt. You’re are?” “Emilia. You’ve probably heard about me already…” “What?” “Those photos and the memes all over the internet yesterday. That was me.” “I don’t check the internet much.” “Thank God,” she muttered. “Huh?”

Marie looked over and saw that it was a young girl in her twenties. “Hello, I am Marie Kent.” “Wow, you really are Marie! I love your movies. Can I take a picture with you? My roommates love you a lot,” Lily said in surprise. “Thanks for the support! I will definitely take part in more good movies!” After the two of them took the picture, Marie walked away. Then, Lily posted the picture on her Instagram with the caption, ‘Do you know who this is?’ Then, she put her phone away to look for her next target.

It’s already 4pm and I still got nothing but to throw a tantrum at my father’s office. I’m aware of my childish and unreasonable acts. Why am I doing those? Because I’m Jasmine Aldred. I get what I want. I always get it no matter what. Should I stop by the cafe? I suddenly want macaroons… Should I also buy macaroons for Maddie? She really likes that dessert. Maybe it’ll help her cheer up? Should I also buy her strawberry milkshakes? It is her favorite flavor or… should I buy the new strawberry shortcake frappe?

The blaring of my alarm broke my peaceful slumber. Punching it off, I stretched my limbs before standing groggily on my legs. “Good morning, Jasper,” I said with a soft smile and kissed my locket. It’s the only memory I have of my true love. Wearing my slippers, I headed straight to the restroom to perform my daily routine. So, let’s start with the introduction. I am Emmaline Richard Dawson aka Emma. I am seventeen years old, an average teen blessed with a golden mind. Though I hail from a small town in Texas, I relocated to New York to pursue my career as a software engineer.

" responded the sleeping lady as a little fog started to appear in the room. "right. emma. how are you feeling." "fine. you man tried to take Baramora." "Baramora?" snapped Jane looking at emma who held onto what she had in her hands. "please forgive gerald. do you know where you are?" inquired jane. "yes. I'm on earth. the mortal world." responded she. "yeah, I think you should rest for now."

But this girl is ugly and can also be called a freak. Emma looked around her with fear. Yes, her step-sister Amber is a beauty. But no one knows the original Emma. Emma is small, with her 5.4 height, and is also Slim. Emma has her mother's features. Her eyes are hazelnut colored and her hair reddish-brown. Her face can be considered beautiful, with fair spotless skin and good features. Emma has a very good figure. But she is scared to get noticed in the family. As a maid, if one of the made men rape her, no one will protect her. So She wears huge black-rimmed glasses, even though she doesn't need them. She uses braces, even though her teeth are straight and perfect.

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.