Novel & Cerita Emma Sano

25. Luciano Past May 2009 The day of the feast arrived. The space was huge, so much so that I didn't doubt that the owners were some important landowners in the region. We got off and I was surprised to see Emma with the group, she looked beautiful in a white floral dress with a Vinotinto blazer on top that matched the flowers on her dress. She didn't have a drop of makeup, which made her pink lips stand out in contrast to all of her. Her blonde hair was arranged so that it was tied to the side and when she saw me, she couldn't help but smile at her.

“Good morning, dear.” When the old man moved to hug her, Emma immediately embraced him. But Zane could see that confused look in her eyes as she gazed at him and then at Yoko before saying, “Good morning, Mr. Alfred.” “This is Yosuke Hanamura. He's my new personal assistant.” Zane said, still getting used to that fact. “He goes by Yoko for short.” After pulling away from Mr. Alfred, Emma smiled at Yoko and said, “Welcome to our home Mr. Hanamura.”

I had no idea what was wrong, but at the moment, I didn't bother asking. "Sarah!" I screamed out when I saw who it was. "She is not Luna; she is Eresthai."Tessa corrected her. "Come on, Tessa, does it matter now?" I blurted out and got out of my chair, heading towards her. "It does; she needs to get it correct or she will keep making the same mistake." "I'm sorry, your Majesty," she apologized to Hayden. I waved it off and quickly held her hand so dearly. It was good to know that she was all right after I got her into trouble.

Who would suck their cocks then? Macario brought Quentin over who observed me closely. His seafoam eyes had swirls of black in them, and they were very striking. I had never seen that color before. It almost made him approachable and not like he was about to murder me. However, that verdict was still out. “This is Emma, Zane’s daughter. Emma, this is Quentin, your physical trainer. He is well versed in a particular magic style that I think may benefit you,” he said with a sly smile. He was enjoying this a little too much.

“Nonsense. Ersa’s family is my own. There is no debt between us.” Gavriel looked at me, a silent question in his eyes: Are you going to tell him, or should I? I took a breath. “He is the one they call the Phantom Alpha, Sano.” The bustling sounds of the market seemed to fade into a dead silence. Sano’s hand dropped to his side, his posture stiffening as the weight of that title registered. “Pardon?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Jack said, sliding to Susan’s cover, body between her and the world. Her eyes found him under the lenses. Judgment. Hope. Refusal to cry. “Jack McCormack. ASIO,” he said, offering a hand that looked too calm to be lying. “We’re getting you out.” “Who are they?” she whispered. “People who care a lot about what you know,” he said. “Move.” He pushed her toward Sonja’s orbit. Sonja put one hand on the small of Susan’s back, the other up in a stop sign that meant, Do not be brave without permission. The world around them was a dropped tray of lives, clattering.

I was sure my aura right now was pure predator, dangerous as hell. The bar was calm at this hour, and while I took my first sip, I spoke while watching our reflections in the glass wall lined with expensive bottles. “Hope you got my gift,” I said, my voice sharp as steel. “Sanchez... was that you? I thought it was Alpha Bianchi...” He paused, realizing I’d been involved. His surprised look vanished fast, replaced by a controlled expression. “I had nothing to do with that. He acted on his own,” he answered in the same low, tight voice.

“I don’t think we’ve ever met before.... have we? ” Nova shakes her hand and smiles warmly. “Nova Volkova. No, we haven’t met yet. But it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Camellia. I’ve heard a lot about you from Nero.” “And you already know Morana,” I say, gesturing to my sister, who looks a bit shy. Nova smiles at her, a gentle reassurance in her gaze. “Of course. Hi, Morana. How are you holding up?” Morana shrugs, her eyes betraying her inner turmoil. “As well as I can, considering everything.”

The girl grinned and shook his hand and said “I think you mean ~abode~ but I’ll take it” “Whatever” he replied. Would you like to put on a teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini and join me in the pool?” “Sawyer!!” Em yelled. “You’ll have to excuse him.” But Aspen was laughing hysterically. “No please. Believe me if you had my brother you would love this ..” pointing at Saw, the little Casanova. Em made her way out of the pool to rescue the girl. “I’m Emerson. Em for short”.

“I met someone.” “Oh,” she let out a breath of relief. “Is he cute?” I laughed nervously, remembering Gio’s touch on my skin. Heat crawled over my body like fire on a dried field. “It’s nothing serious. You told me to live my life.” Ren hummed the same time Emma, my personal assistant, spoke in the background saying hello to me. “Well, just use protection. Dad will kill me if you get STD.” “Oh, God, Ren.” I groaned, covering my face with my free hand, “when did you ever start talking this way?”