Emma Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

"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.”

"Thank you for being here, for understanding, and for not judging." Alex nodded, his expression filled with empathy. "Remember, Emma, you're never alone. And sometimes, the most beautiful chapters of our lives unfold after the darkest moments. Take your time, find your courage, and face whatever lies ahead. I'll be here, cheering you on every step of the way." Emma smiled and this made her realize one thing, Alex was a great novelist because the words came directly from his heart. His words were medicinal. She had to return to her friends, so she stood up and dusted her body before leaving with Alex who offered to walk her to the car.

Rather, they were hunters blessed by the moon. Seeing the various reactions, Emily relaxed a little. Nobody looked offended that she quoted the bible, so she took that as a good sign. Annie’s vigorous nodding was the greatest encouragement the young lady needed. She might have started on the stumpier foot with the big shots, but after breaking the ice and creating a rather successful impression, Emily felt her spirits lifting.

Emma asked with a weird look. “How was the rave?” Emma pursed her lips and frowned. “I didn’t go…I said my invitation was based on if you went.” “Oh, sorry…are there any parties coming up?” “You can’t live vicariously through me, you know…if you want to know what a rave or college party is like go to one.” Quinn sulked, looking at the counter. “How can I?” Emma looked around the room looking for cameras. “You just have to be smarter and more devious than the ones watching…”