Emma Norman And Ray Novels & Stories

"I am Emmett, leader of Bunker's End. And you, mister… what's your name, and where do you hail from?" That Ray could block even a single attack already spoke volumes—his strength was extraordinary, even unusual. For an opponent this inscrutable, Emmett was naturally cautious. Besides, he wasn't single anymore; he had immense resources and countless beauties in his possession. Why risk it all for one woman? If Ray's strength was close to his own—even slightly weaker—killing him could result in injury. Better to bide his time, gather his subordinates, and then strike again.

Norman paused for some seconds and replied “Good” “ Have you been keeping in touch with Adan?” Norman is like a father to him. He raised him. Esteban was the one who helped her raise Adain. She raised Alan herself. Norman raised a brow “Is that why you called me?” Norman anger suddenly stirred up, Jenna quickly sat up “ No, I'm worried about you Norman, I haven't see you for a year but I knew you're not on any business trip” She confessed, Jenna was aware of Norman's feeling for for her and she wish Norman would move on and meet the person that will love him.

She chugged some more water from her water bottle before discarding it on the kitchen counter and walking out through the backdoor to start her run. Emmaline Stone had that kind of beauty that caught anyone off guard, if you walked past her you’d glance at her involuntarily then turn around to catch one more glimpse of her over your shoulder. She was blessed with grey eyes that told every emotion by just glancing at them along with what you would describe as a cute button nose. Her cheekbones were rather pronounced and gave her this unexplainable sophisticated look. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her back like peaceful waves of water equally soft and silky.

Finally, he shifts, his shoulders dropping just an inch as he turns back to me. "How are you doing, Sienna?" he asks. His voice is low, stripped of the jagged edge it had a moment ago. "Better," I whisper, the word catching in my dry throat. "Thank you. For catching her. For everything." Norman doesn't respond right away. He walks over to the side of the bed, moving into the space Elias occupied just minutes ago. He sits down on the edge of the mattress, the weight of him shifting the bed. He looks tired, truly tired. The sharp, invincible CEO I usually see is gone, replaced by a man who looks like he hasn’t slept in forty-eight hours.

“This is supposed to be Mr. Norman’s phone, isn’t it? How come you’re answering? It should be nighttime over there by now. Are you with Mr. Norman?” Emily glanced outside. It was winter, and darkness had already fallen. The clock showed it was past 7 PM. “…Yes.” “You’re working late, huh?” Adam clicked his tongue. “I knew it. Mr. Norman is such a workaholic; he’d work twenty-four hours a day if he could.” Lowering her voice, Emily said, “Adam, Mr. Norman isn’t able to take your call right now. You can speak to me if it’s something urgent.”

Great. ‘I know you, the great dark empress who designs like a goddess. You don’t even have the time to grant interviews but you have the time to tell me off. But listen, no matter what you know about me or my relationship with Shawn, it still doesn’t erase that I am Royalty. I am princess Normani and when you want to speak to me, you do it right!” I looked in her dark orbs. She was glaring at me and it looked like she was going to stare me to death but I acted tough, not blinking or looking away until she did. I believed in myself.

He should not have sent all the money that was given to him to invest in ordinary people abroad. “Is there a problem, sir?” she asked. Raymond’s guess was right, Emma was not a criminal. He is just a servant doing his job. “Nothing, if your boss’s orders are finished, you can leave!” Raymond’s orders. There was no point in telling her everything that had happened to Emma. It was clear from her demeanor that this woman knew nothing. “Okay sir, sorry if my presence bothers you. I’m just carrying out orders from the Boss.” Raymond Evans nodded while ruffling his hair in annoyance. It reminded Raymond of the Young Master’s bodyguard, and again he felt stupid.