Emma Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

Emma replied, her voice tinged with excitement as a blush spread across her cheeks. “Then let’s message him! What’s the worst that could happen?” I encouraged her, and she nodded, biting her lip and smiling shyly. We went back and forth over the exact words to send, Emma wanting to make the perfect first impression. After much deliberation, we crafted a casual yet charming initial message that highlighted her personality and her desire to form lasting friendships and relationships that would lead to marriage.

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.

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.

“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.”

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.”

A scribbled quote was written on it in Emilia’s careful hand: “I do not remember his name. But I remember how he made me feel— Like I was more than dust, Like I was a garden.” Max pressed his eyes shut. She didn’t remember him. But the feeling lingered. That was something. That was everything. A soft voice spoke behind him. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He turned. There she stood. Emilia. Drenched in soft daylight filtering through a stained-glass window, a notebook clutched to her chest, rainwater still sparkling on the ends of her coat sleeves. Her eyes held a distant sadness, as if she’d seen too much and remembered too little.

Emma couldn't help but say "You know, I also know someone who used to hide her pain behind her excuses. She is my best friend, it's just that now she is not with us." Anya who heard this looks at her and asks "Where is she?" To which Emma shakes her head "Don't know! I just hope that wherever she is, she should be happy as she deserves all the happiness." Anya looks at the sky and says "She surely deserves all the happiness." Emma smiles and says "After her I never felt attachment with anyone, I used to say to her that, 'Em is incomplete without Nan'" Listening to this, Anya says "and there is no Nan without Em"

“By the way, I may not be on top of the student rankings because of the Devaraux sisters and Jillian Moore, but I need to be at least in the rankings.” “It’s funny how you stated Devaraux sisters,” I remarked, tucking a carrot inside my mouth. “I don’t know if I should take it as a compliment or what.” “You should because you don’t need to study hard to process information. It’s like, you put less effort to being smart and no one can ever put up to that,” Emma complimented and I could feel myself blushing. It was more flattering when people gave nice remarks about my brain rather than my physical appearance.