Novel & Cerita Emma Novel Quotes

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.

She didn’t even ask about her makeup sessions and the girl narrated her history. Letting out a dry scoff, Emma looked at her, “That’s a pity because your mother’s branded cosmetics aren’t good enough. See, you have applied tons of layers but still, I can see your black spots and dark circles. I think you should work on them, Annabelle.” She said while making a tsk sound. Veronica paled in shock. She immediately checked her reflection on Emma’s phone. “Your phone is crap just like you. Wait, I will quickly correct them,” Throwing her phone aside, she immediately dashed to the restroom. Emma caught her phone in mid-air. She looked at Veronica’s leaving figure and snorted.

I pick my words carefully, not wanting to allude to anything I can't come back from. Other than wanting to kill Carran, he doesn't seem like a bad person... Yet. "At the end of the day, if he isn't your mate, don't worry about it," Emma mutters. "See, I save myself the heartbreak and just sleep with hot people until my mate eventually comes around." "Yeah..." She slides the glass door open on the cabinet, pulling out a slice of chocolate cake on a white plate, setting it down in front of me. When she hands me a fork I join her in taking a bite.

“Here, give me your number. Text me if you get stuck, want to bitch about Ethan or better yet, if you find any good memes.” Now that pulls a laugh out of me. I rattle off my number, and she immediately calls my phone. “Thanks, Emma,” I check for her missed call. “I thought I was the only one, you know, about Ethan.” “Oh, babe.” Her eyes sparkling, slipping her phone back into her pocket. “That boy’s a walking red flag wrapped in overpriced cologne. Moan about him anytime. Or just send memes please, I get stuck doom scrolling.”

“What? Why?” Wouldn't that mean she would be the next target? Emma smiled awkwardly. “Because everyone deserves at least one person who believes them. And let's just say u can relate to how you feel right now,” she said softly. Something tightened inside Anaïs’s chest. She almost cried. Almost. Instead, she smiled. “…Thank you, Emma.”

It was a rainy day and hardly anyone was on the street, which was good because there is nothing better than silence. I don't know why I feel so safe when I'm in that house, it's like nothing can hurt me or touch me and I feel somehow protected and good about it. "What do you like to drink?" - Emma asked, leafing through the menu with a cigarette between her fingers. "Anything that gets me drunk enough and makes me forget that I still exist." - She said, letting a smile escape her lips. "Look at me darling, don't ever say those things again. Know that I would miss you and my son would pick you up wherever you were."

Not a hint of juvenility could be discerned in her utterance. “What and how.” Emaline didn't know what to say; her tongue seemed to be numb. The woman observed her elder sister's wide smile and innocent gesture of scratching her head. "I must adopt an air of innocence and childlike naivete in the presence of others," she responded to Emaline's comment, "lest they exploit my vulnerability and circumstances." Emaline's hand flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp as she struggled to comprehend the scene unfolding before her.

EMMA. As I sat on the shotgun seat, I reconsidered my actions. Would it be better to face the menace on the streets or deal with a woman I wasn't safe enough to blink around? “We are no longer enemies,” she said out loud, interrupting my thoughts, “we never really were.” She continued. “Matter of fact, I've always liked you. There is something different about you. You are tender, yet quite sharp. You're the kind of virtue that lies unhidden.”

The cascading water glimmered under the late afternoon sun, creating a serene atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the storm of emotions Ethan was wrestling with. Emma broke the silence, her tone light but meaningful. “You know, when I was a kid, I used to think fountains were magical. I thought if you tossed in a coin and made a wish, it would come true.” Ethan arched a brow, his lips curving slightly. “And how many wishes did you make?” “Countless,” she admitted with a soft laugh. “Most of them were silly—like wishing for endless chocolate or a pony. But there was one I made every time.”

And Quinn could tell she was nervous about meeting so many new people. Em could tell too. And then she did the most “Emerson” thing ever. “Oh I love your name! That’s so unique is it a family name?” Em asked her. She visibly relaxed and started talking to Emerson. Everyone looked on and smiled.. seeing what she had done. Samson even smiled widely at her for saving his girl.