Emma Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

Emma walked majestically around my table, as the customers' gazes fixed on us. "I'll give you one last chance," she said. "I mean, I saw how wretched you looked, and really, Freya? You live in a place like that? You really have to let go of your ego and take this money. I bet your lineage has never received such an amount of money." Emma's words were filled with venom, and I closed my eyes angrily, tempted to punch her. Has anyone ever told her I love cracking bones and beating people to a pulp? In fact, I won a medal for that.

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.

“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!”

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

“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.”