Emma Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

"Something beautiful. But dangerous." Machines beeped. Monitors flickered. "They'll try to use you someday," she told him. "But don't let them. Just remember the proverb." "Which phrase?" my younger self asked. She leaned forward, her quivering lips. The moth remembers the flame. And then she was gone. Display I glanced at the console. Fingers flying across keys, code coming from me like a river at long last unbound. Emmaline's eyes widened. "No! You don't know what you're doing!"

The words hit harder than they should. For a moment, the only sound in the room is the low hum of the air conditioner and the faint rustle of his shirt as he moves, unhurried and composed while irritation coils tighter beneath my ribs. “If she were only a human girl,” I say quietly, “none of this would be happening.” His eyes settle on me again. “What exactly is happening, Emma?” I exhale sharply. “She disrupts things, speaks out of turn, insults everyone. Yet somehow Evan—”

Emma smiled and knocked, then she called out to her. "Aunt Jen? It's me—Emma!" she said. A minute later Jen's rotund little figure came hurrying through the door. She embraced Emma affectionately. "Well, how lovely to see you, Emma" she said, her face beaming with pleasure. "And I'm not really surprised you decided to come today. I always say 'every cloud has a silver lining' and so far today has been one big cloud of trouble. So you are here to make everything better".

I told her with a hand on her shoulder. “Ezra is as delicate as a freshly budded white rose.” Daphne added. “I couldn’t even picture her as a warrior in my dreams. Don’t believe every rumor you hear, Em. Not all are true.” “But…but you saw how angry she got today?” Emma looked from me to Daphne helplessly. “She never gets mad! And she got really mad today.”

Does he know her so personally? "I really cannot believe that this date would totally get ruined for you. You probably weren't the woman of his dreams," Emma, who was just ready to leave the house, stood in front of the mirror to adjust her dress. She had replied to her sister in a frivolous tone, peppered with sauciness which made Ellen more bitter. "Is that what you are going to say about this?" Taken aback in surprise about how blunt her sister was, Ellen asked in exasperation as she tried not to release her tears. She detested humiliation.

“But even in that dark place, you still did everything you could for Maddie. Not everyone leaves, Zane.” I swallowed, staring at her. “I would do anything for Maddie. She is everything to me. She needed me, so I stayed.” “One day someone will come along, and you will know you cannot live without her,” Emma said, smiling faintly. “She will prove to you that not everyone disappears.” “You might be right,” I murmured. “What about you? Do you not want that too? Someone to love you, to protect you?” “One day,” she admitted. “Just not right now.”

Qri turned around and looked at Emma, asking, "Miss, what is this about?" Emma replied with a brief yet meaningful answer, "Someone wanted to ruin my reputation." Now that the rain had stopped, Emma gazed at the rainbow on the horizon. Her pupils contracted, and she lowered her voice, "If I had killed him earlier, it would have been satisfying. It's just a pity that keeping him might have been useful. Otherwise, for a notorious scoundrel like him, even if there were a thousand ways to kill him, it wouldn't be enough to vent my anger."

“What the kind of letter is made up of a line and brackets?” Emmeline tilted her head thoughtfully, bringing her arm closer to her face. She traced the shape with her own finger and her lips formed a small “o” of realization. “B?” she guessed tentatively. Zavian sighed in exasperation. “Finally!” Emmeline’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. “I tarnished the reputation of the letter,” she muttered. “I’ll never be able to see it the same way again.”

She was thanking me for every time I’d stood between her and the storm. By evening, her phone had nearly exploded with calls and messages. Bella sent heart emojis and fire GIFs. Danielle sent her a meme of Beyoncé in a fur coat captioned “Eleanor who? ICON.” My mother texted her: “If they’re writing about you, it means you matter. Don’t forget that.” But the message that hit hardest came from an unknown number: > You’ll never outrun who you are. You’re still mine. — D. Emma stared at the screen for a long time.

The crowd parted a bit as we stepped closer, but she was only moving because I hadn’t let go of her. “Emma! It is so nice to meet you,” Elliott said, smiling at her in glee. “You are having the best day ever, aren’t you! You are completely care free and ready to let some joy into your heart!” It was the corniest thing I’d ever heard in my life, especially since Emma would be the type to point out that your heart is an internal organ, and there was simply no way a person could let anything in or out of it except oxygenated and deoxygenated blood. But then, a smile broke out across Emma’s face, and she pushed her glasses up with her middle finger. “It is a great day!” she exclaimed. “I have ne