Novel & Cerita Emma Novel Quotes

"You! I should have known. You’re always clumsy and ill-mannered! Maybe your parents raised you to be such an I'll-mannered brat!" Emma looked at the woman and remembered how Anna and Melissa had tried to mess with her mommy. The little one straightened her little velvet coat, her doe eyes narrowing with a look that looked ruthless and very similar to Nathaniel’s whenever he was displeased. "I'm not a brat," Emma said, her voice calm and piercing. "And you shouldn't be standing in the middle of the aisle like a big, shiny statue. It’s a shop, not a museum for old people."

Nervous and annoyed by the way he framed his words, Emma frowned and mumbled, “What? You don't believe me?” When Zane didn't answer right away, it hurt her heart, but she played it off with a chuckled and said, “Right... Emma is always the want who can't seem to do anything right... to everyone, I am just a dumb girl who is amateur and stupid and can't even follow simple directions. In fact, I am so stupid that I will take a pill willingly, that almost killed me in the past-” “That’s not what I am implying, Emma.” Zane mumbled.

“You already got a great learning opportunity.” My cheeks burn, hot and prickly. Nobody looks at me, or if they do, it’s quick, pitying, sharp, the kind of glance people give a car crash they’re trying not to slow down for. Emma hands me a coffee afterward with a look I don’t want to interpret. “She’s icing you out,” she says quietly. “She’s just being Jenny.” “She’s burning bridges,” Emma whispers, lowering her voice further. “Just... be careful.”

"I've seen you work in conference rooms and coffee shops, but never in your natural habitat." Emma smiled, picturing her cluttered desk and the corner of her apartment where she did her best thinking. "It's nothing fancy. Just a desk by the window where I can see the neighborhood. I have a bulletin board covered with quotes about writing and courage, and a coffee mug collection that's gotten completely out of control." "I'd love to see it sometime," Jake said, his voice carrying undertones that made Emma's pulse quicken. "Would you like to see it tonight?" Emma asked, the question coming out more breathily than she'd intended.

Emma couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “You bad bitch. You switched the topic so we don’t talk about that weak horse, huh?” “Hahaha… to think of it, he’s indeed weak in bed and every other aspect. So why do I like him like an idiot?” “Because your heart is stupid.” Anamika rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you’ll find yourself a sweet man soon, who will blow your mind and send you above cloud nine with exploding orgasms.” “Just like your Asher, huh?” Emma winked.

He’s energized, motivated by the challenge. That same night, Benjamin takes time to go over a few details with Emma in his office. After the gala, a calm seems to envelop them, but there’s an invisible tension hanging between them. As they discuss trivial matters and review corrections, the atmosphere thickens. At one point, Benjamin casually mentions: " Sometimes you have to stop pretending everything is perfect..." Emma pauses for a moment. That phrase… she’s heard it before. Or rather, she’s said it before. It was hers—or more accurately, Anne’s—in another time. And she said it to him… at the gala.

“I feel like we've stumbled upon a hidden paradise.” Julius, his face illuminated by the fading light, nodded in agreement. “Absolutely breathtaking,” he replied, his tone filled with awe. “I'm so glad we decided to explore this area. It's like a dream come true.” Emma, her hair catching the last rays of sunlight, spoke up, her voice soft and reflective. “Moments like these remind me of how important it is to slow down and appreciate the beauty that surrounds us,” she mused. “Nature truly has a way of rejuvenating the soul.”

Thaddeus POV Emery Allen once said: “Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.” It’s Ophelia’s favorite quote. She recites it every time something out of the ordinary happens to her. I think of it now while staring at a face that shocks me to my core. She’s like a heavenly vision, but I know she’s real because she’s standing right in front of me. Fate can’t be this cruel to snatch something so dear away from me and then return years later, reimagined as this person before me. Everything about her reminds me of my early childhood, from her easy smile to the way she creases her eyes when in thought. My mind is a jumble

Do your best. "I know I'm not the type of girl that you usually go out with. I'm not sexy, I'm not attractive and I'm no fun. I'm plain and boring with no charm at all. The only thing good about me is probably my brain, which everyone finds boring. But I must ask you this..." I took a deep breath and gathered all the courage I had to say the words that I never thought would ever come out of my mouth. I just hope that I'm doing the right thing and this will be the best solution for everything.

Although he has never liked to memorize anything, but with classic verses like this, every day he hears people reading it to his ears. "Fairy feminine, good-hearted gentleman." (Uuuuuuuuuuuuu like this, worthy of a gentleman's match.) "He pisses off the general drill shop with no regrets." (Loose belt fastened without regret) "We have spent a lot of money on people who are emaciated." (The relationship withers, the whole body is thin) "In heaven willing to make billions of birds." (Please pray that the birds of the sky have wings) Emma suddenly felt something was wrong…