Emma Murdered By Riley Novels & Stories

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.

This is what I want. "Emma, come with me." She looks hesitant but follows me to the back of my car. I opened my trunk. There's the body of a deer that I've prepared. "I crashed into it and it looks so in pain so I slit its throat. Sorry if that's scared you." She seems don't fully trust me yet but it means she's smart enough to not believe a stranger like me. "Hahaha it's fine, I was just surprised to see an officer having a bloody knife in his car."

“Now.” Suddenly, armed agents flooded the warehouse, catching Jeff and his men off guard. In the ensuing chaos, Emma rushed to her twins, pulling them into her arms and holding them close as Alex and Mrs. Williams coordinated with the agents to secure Jeff and his associates. As Jeff was led away in handcuffs, he shot Emma a furious glare. “You think this is over? You’ll never be rid of me.” Emma met his gaze with a calm strength. “Yes, I will. And so will they.”

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.

She had heard everything. Grayson’s eyes locked on hers, and her body trembled. Dexter noticed and rushed to soften the moment. “Emma, you shouldn’t be up. Go back and rest—” But Grayson’s attention lingered on her. His voice, when it came, was sharp enough to cut. “I am not a murderer,” Emma whispered, her voice breaking. “I didn’t kill anyone.” Grayson turned on the stairs, his expression frozen in bitterness. “Then bring Whitney back to me.”

“I don’t know exactly what happened right now. Apparently, they were hunting a Vampire, and Elliott was killed by a Vampire Hunter.” “Killed by his own side?” Emma asked. “Like Stonewall Jackson?” I wasn’t sure who that was, so I wasn’t certain how to respond. “I don’t know,” I said. “I just know that there was some sort of an ambush or trick or something. I’ll see if Cadence will tell me more later, but as you can imagine, she’s pretty upset, too.” “Well, yeah, I would think so,” Lucy replied. “Aaron, too. They were pretty close, weren’t they?”

Riley was standing outside my door. She was wearing Emerson's t-shirt. I recognised it immediately — dark grey, slightly too large on her, the same one I had seen hanging over his desk chair earlier this week. Her hair was down and her makeup had been carefully redone at some point in the last few hours, the kind of effort that says I was waiting and I wanted to look like I hadn't been. She looked at me. Then past me into my room. "Have you seen Emerson?" she said. I kept my face completely still. "No."

“Last year, when your dad was hospitalized, on this table and in this office, when they spoke about the Cross of Fire collaboration, I walked in on her gagging to take him whole.” His breath grew ragged in seconds. “And how are you sure it’s not your father that put her to it?” he gritted, and I scoffed. “Because she asked for my help first.” His eyes widened. “You are lucky I respect our friendship.” My gaze flickered to the phone in the table, Riley had left it.

She glanced at Ryder but jumped since he was already staring at her. "How come you-" Emmaline failed to complete her sentence. But luckily Ryder read her thoughts as he let out a chuckle. "Blake saved you then who saved me that night, right? I wasn't saved, Em. I died the moment Isabella stabbed Mom." He heralded throwing another bomb at her. Emmaline stared at the two men with shock-filled eyes. She refused to believe it but their serious expressions were compelling her to believe them. Zion watched how she looked at him. He was happy that Emmaline trusted him so much that she was still looking at him for confirmation.

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’