Emma Marie Instagram Novels & Stories

Anna said "I know you are trying to console me and I appreciate it, but sometimes love is never enough. He showed me love, care and everything that I needed as his wife but I broke his trust and I can't forgive myself for it. But since he is taking a new wife o won't stand in the way of that" Amira said wiping away the drop of tears on her face Back in Vartell

“You’re here to serve me, and only me. You don’t need to win over anyone else or try to convince them you’re not doing anything wrong—” “I’m not letting it get to me,” Amara interrupted, a little too quickly. “I know I don’t need to be affected by any of it. None of those rumors about the two of us are even true. That witch Marie is just jealous. She can’t stand that I look better than her—”

The ultrasound photos spread out on the coffee table. "You're home." She stood up. "I made dinner. Your favorite—" "I'm not hungry." I went to my office. Locked the door. Sat in the dark. My phone buzzed. I'd turned it back on. A notification from I*******m. Amara had posted something. I opened the app. My hands shook. It was a photo. Amara in a red dress. Short. Tight. Her hair loose around her shoulders. Standing outside a club. The caption: "Finally living again."

Was the gasping not too much? “Unbelievable!” “Shocking!” “Who doesn’t know Wiliam Charles? Marie questioned. “I?” To be honest Amy didn’t know about Sandy Hamiltoneither. “Girl, you’re missing out. Let me look him up on the net for you.” Marie whipped out her phone from her very cute purse and in no time she was showing her a picture of a very tall gray eyed handsome man. True, he was good looking but she could think of a more handsome man.

Rowan looked entirely unbothered. “Is it working?” Unfortunately— yes. Very much yes. Emma hid that realization carefully behind another sip of coffee. Her phone buzzed suddenly beside her. Maya: OH MY GOD. Stephanie: I need you emotionally prepared before opening I*******m. Maya: Actually maybe don’t open I*******m. Stephanie: Too late. She’s definitely opening it. Emma frowned slightly before unlocking her phone. And froze. Dominic and Laura. Wedding photographs flooded nearly every post.

“How about your issues with him? It’s good that it was not that big since the news was focused on his vices and on Princess Sharl. Your family and everyone else involved in you might be affected if the press continues posting your pictures with him. Ralph added as he pointed the rest to the door on their way to the movie theatre. The next day, Marie did her laundry and cleaned her room and every part of her apartment in just 40 minutes. After that, she finished her painting and answered several messages from International artists as the administrator of the group returned. “Anybody’s home? A message was sent in just five minutes earlier with a red heart emoji on the group’s page. “On my fina

Emma walked, wearing an apron with a writing ‘Never Trust a Skinny chef’ written on it and an eager gleam in her eyes. Zahir's jaw dropped, and Zian looked bewildered. "What's she doing here?" Zahir exclaimed. “What are you doing here?” Zian asked sternly. He is still angry with her for hiding Zada’s relationship from him. Emma flashed a mischievous grin. "I am here to spice things up, obviously. Since I am planning to marry one of the infamous Ahmed triplets in the future and go on a Himalayan trip on his sports bike, I thought I would join this culinary challenge and prove my worth to those who think they can remain angry with me and not talk with me." Emma said, narrowing her eyes at Zian

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

Aurelia’s POV Within a month, the batch Cassia and I made vanished from the shelves like it had wings. Sold out. Every jar, every bottle. The kind of miracle that makes your heart do a little spin. Then I watched Emma’s recent video. For the first time since I’d known her online, she wasn’t indifferent or tired or performing that polished influencer detach. She was excited. Truly excited. She filmed a “get ready with me,” wearing no makeup, talking candidly about her acne journey.

Emma had wanted to disband the group but figured that they could be useful as spies and assassins. She looked out of the window, happy that Sterling Creek was rebuilding itself. Everything was running smoothly and the Dome was still covering them from the infected. The Virus was still out there but Emma was close to finding a cure. The skies were clearer now but the winter was still endless. She left the balcony and entered back into the house where Sarah was waiting for her with Steve poring over a map. “There is something that I need to tell both of you,” Sarah said. “Marcus and I are getting married!”