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She had replied, before winking at him and walking away with Eva, Shane and Clem. The house, being already cleaned and tidied up made Emma more relaxed, seeing that the evidence of the break in had been erased completely from her home; the tardiness and disarray were all gone. And that Derek was also with her. She waited in her room, reading one of Sydney Sheldon's novel, 'master of the game', as he tried to prepare something for her to eat. She had told him some minutes ago, that she was hungry; and he hadn't let her cook for herself.

I passed everything I found back to Matthew, who used the information to sabotage the company in ways no one could trace. But then, I met Emma. Emma was just another worker in the office back then, quiet and unassuming. At first, I didn’t pay much attention to her, but over time, I started noticing the little things. The way she stayed late to finish work no one else wanted to do, the way she always greeted people with a smile even when she was clearly exhausted, the way her eyes held a sadness she tried to hide. “She’s nobody,” Matthew said dismissively when I mentioned her once, “Focus on the mission.”

I am not as good at keeping track of locations like she is so there will be none of that with my entry’s, but I am sure you will be able to keep up with me either way. It came as a shock to me that Emma transferred so much money into my account. I was touched that she would do such a thing for me and because of it I was able to quit my job and focus fully on getting vengeance for her. I moved into the house that Millie and given her. I have been transferring all Emma’s belongings from the cabin to the house I think she would have wanted me too.

" She is an employee at Bookmark Haven, a bookstore. Ema’s rogues follow her to make sure she is the real person they are seeking and to make sure she is working at the claimed business. ” As was the case with practically every item of news that he heard, Elijah began to think as to how he should address the situation in front of him. Days stretched into weeks, and weeks into more weeks until they were ultimately presented with a lead. Die to his daughter, who was alive, and above all, she was liberated. But for how long? They stare at one another silently for some time before Elijah says, “What does Ema have in mind?” He already knows he will not like the reaction.

Dearest gentle reader, you must think that the journey is over, but that is not quite so. You see, our world is full of stories that are intertwined with fate and mystery, and because of that, one can never say that a story is finished, because with the end of one, begins another. I must be boring you out of your mind (laughs hysterically) don't mind me, but please, allow me to introduce you to Emma. EMMA’s POV Fuck her, truly.

Emma stared blankly at the lines of text, lost amidst accounts of cannibalism stretching from the colonial era to modern day Canada. Christ, how strong is this thing? Emma sighed, wishing her father was there to answer. Continuing to page through, she paused to readjust the strap around her shoulder. Her eyes widened when her hand brushed against the gunmetal, the rifle’s broken twin suddenly a beacon. Oh God . . . that’s not your tombstone. You were trying to show me his.

It didn’t help me, I became more nervous not knowing what’s happening and who I’m talking to. ”Hello? Where’s Elijah?” I said with a shaky tone. ”Wait miss. Who the fuck- Baby? Who’s baby is this? I mean... Can you tell me your name? Your number is registered as ‘baby’ here.” My eyes couldn’t focus with so many words I had to process. ”I-I’m Emma.” ”Emma? Emma in Long Beach? Stay the fuck- Go and get him!” I shut my eyes and sat down because I feel like my legs are gonna give up. Something is wrong. I can feel it.

Allen's mom smiled and nodded her head without thinking much into this, but Emma, who saw everything yesterday, she can tell that there is something going on, she didn't tell anything, she just kept having her food, After Allen's breakfast, he got up and went to his work after informing his family, when Emma went to her room and got dressed, she came out of the house, just like she is going to her college, but she went to talk to her brother so she went to Allen's office,

Emma hated violence, and she had never read a book detailing such raw brutality. But this wasn't just a mere book. Someone had written it—like a twisted, violent diary. She desperately wanted to believe that it was just a random story, but if it was just normal fiction, why was she so incredibly drawn to it? What was so odd and magnetic about that black book?

The least I can do is allow her a day without watching me sweat like a pig. When we reach the library I stand around awkwardly while Emma quickly finds a book and sits down in a plush chair near the back of the room. She crosses her legs at the knee and gets to it, letting me do whatever I want, as usual. I roam around the library and touch the bookcases, barely picking up any dust. A lot of the spines I see are damaged in one way or another and I wonder how this collection came to be. Had Emma been hoarding books since she was little? Or did she recently learn of her love of literature and binge? I'm actually curious. Back in the facility I only read rules, which didn't blossom anything ins