Emma Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

Then she slipped upstairs to make another entry in her book. ~*~ On Sunday afternoon Emily came over to hang around in her room and just watched a senseless show. "We need a motto for our club, too," Emily suddenly said. "Like 'Winning isn't everything.' or 'Useful as the G in Lasagna.'" Jane giggled, but then she had a sudden inspiration. "I have it. 'Not all losers are born. Some are made. Others have losing thrust upon them.'" "Where did you get that?" Emily asked suspiciously.

"Think of it, don't you think your boss has a crush on you as well. you can't tell me he forced you to go back to work as his secretary because you are hardworking.NO I Ashely won't buy that crab. And another..." "spare me " Emma carried her breakfast with her to the living room. if she continue Giving attention to her, she would lose her dignity and self-control." you can't run from me Emma" she pursued."Emma, that heartless man is probably Into you. I mean who wouldn't be? you are pretty"Ashe screamed from behind." as if I can compete with that doll" she muttered and sat in the coach." are you following me?"

Her favourite teacher Mrs Ellen, a short woman with a plump face too asked Emma after the zoology class to stay back. "Emma, I know you weren't listening to what I spoke in class. Is everything alright?" Asked Mrs Ellen, politely. "Everything is fine, Mrs Ellen," said Emma, softly. "Without Julia and Cathy, you must be feeling very lonely. I can understand how you feel but remember one thing, Emma. They would have wanted you to be happy but dear you must not deviate from your goals. Staying in past would make you unhappy. This in turn will also distract you. You are a brilliant student and your parents are proud of you but I feel that soon you will go down." said Mrs Ellen, holding Emma's ha

Emma Grey "As I wouldn't want any of them," my eyes darted downwards before finding his dark orbs again, "... except you." Did I really just blurted that out loud? There's no way I'm myself today. Because the Emma Grey that I knew wouldn't be this bold, especially in talks of feelings. And certainly wouldn't say such embarrassing words. His eyes were unreadable, aside for a hint of astonishment glistened with it, making it even harder for me to read his mind.

"And remember, your silence is your greatest power. You have nothing to prove. Let them talk, let them speculate. Your composure is their confirmation that you are untouchable." ​Amara also spent time with Emilla, who provided a crucial emotional anchor. Emilla never pressed about the marriage or the bruise, which was now fading to a sickly yellow-green, but she offered easy conversation and gentle distraction—a reminder of human warmth in Amara's cold existence.

“Let me tell you something, Jill—If Emma doesn’t return, I’ll make sure your miserable life stretches into decades of suffering.” But instead of cowering, Jill threw back her head and laughed. “You’re nothing but a monster, Noah!” she spat. “You think a woman like Emma would come back to you? Keep dreaming. She already knew everything you did. She would have left you even without me in the picture!” The words cut deep, like a blade slashing through a truth he had fought to deny. His face twisted in rage, and he screamed, “Shut up! Emma will come back to me!”

He'd tried to escape more than once, but his friend had wanted him to stick around to make sure Van really listened. "Guys are going to know who you are," Emmett had told her. "You have to be smart and not just think with your heart." Eva had been sixteen. She'd writhed in her seat as Emmett had talked, then she'd stood and glared at him. "Who is going to want me for anything else?" she demanded. "I'm not pretty. I'll never be pretty. I'm nothing more than a giant brain with braces and a big nose. I'm going to have to buy all my boyfriends."

Then I thought of my mom and realized something impeccable that could relieve me of the woman's troubling. Emma's allure lay not in her opulence, but in her genuine spirit and zest for life. She embodied a freedom I yearned for, a liberation from the chains of expectations and societal constructs. In her presence, I felt alive, unburdened by the weight of my responsibilities. And her presence fills my world with nothing than pure happiness

"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.

“You work with that guy? How the hell do you get anything done?” “It’s only been one day,” Emma said, resisting the urge to look back over her shoulder to where Jake was sitting. “You should hit that,” Zoë said. “No,” Emma said. “I need to stay focused. Keep my eye on the prize.” “Well I just hope that Jonathon Ashby is as hot as Jake,” Zoë said, “because honey you are walking away from some prime grade A beef right there.” “Stop it, Zoë,” Emma said with a shake of her head. “He’s a man, not a piece of meat.”