Emma Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

The fact that Jeremiah won't be here to see it brings tears to her eyes and as she looks into Adonis eye that were a mirror image of Jeremiahs, she can’t stop the tear that slide down her cheek as she whispers, “Yes, thank you.” Adonis looks at her and can see that she is anything but okay. He is about to ask again when Joesph steps forward and whispers to Emma, “You still have work. You have many new warriors kneeling and waiting for your orders, my Queen.” Emma steps back and out of Adonis’s arms and then steps in front of the warriors that are kneeling in front of her, now in rows. She straightens her shoulders and says,

Emma nodded, but unease lingered. Because Kayla’s eyes in that photo weren’t defeated. They were promising revenge. And somewhere, somehow, she still had a way to reach them.

Vivian continued to work in her office when she received a message from Emma. Emma wanted to meet with Vivian again to clarify everything. Vivian hesitated momentarily, knowing that Emma had ill intentions, but she still agreed to the meeting. She wanted to understand what this girl had in mind for revenge. They met at a quaint, vintage café, a familiar spot for both. They sat facing each other, their hearts filled with burning anger. Emma appeared unusually excited, her eyes gleaming with malice. She made sure Vivian noticed the sparkling ring on her finger.

She falls face first next to me so I stick the knife in her throat just as emberly jumps on her back and she kills one of the 2 looming over me Emma screams from behind me fighting the second last emma, distracting me long enough for the last Emma to land on my chest grabbing my arms she holds them above my head, I fight her back just as emberly lands on top of her The first Emma fights to get the knife from my hand just as Emberly starts to slam her face against the floor, I rip my hand away from hers and I slam the knife into their throat. Falling onto my back I sag in relief as Emma kills off the last one. “Please tell me this is it and I don’t need to fight anyone else?“ I ask, I was phy

"Yes, it's them." Suddenly, Ema pushed me aside. She rolled up her uniform sleeves to her elbows. "Okay, I'll take their order." "Wait, didn't Anton say you're a Grayson fan from Frost Maple?" Ema grimaced and waved her hand in the air. "After he played with Grayson yesterday, I think I like him too. Well, even though he lost, he's very attractive." I shook my head at her behavior. How could she, who was usually calm and elegant, act like that when she saw her idol?

As he entered the base city, only Lucas knew that little base city was Peace Cloud Base City. "Senior?" Suddenly, a thrilling voice traveled into Lucas' ears. Lucas looked in the direction of the voice and noticed the person talking was no one else but Emma. "You came to Peace Cloud Base City, senior. That's great." Emma's fair face looked utterly thrilled. Lucas' face remained composed and just looked at Emma faintly, and said, "Why are you even here?" He remembered Emma as being a disciple of the Four Trial Ancestry. 'Why did she show up in Peace Cloud Base City?'

It was a video, grainy, like it had been recorded in haste. Ember stared into the lens. Her face was bruised, but her eyes burned bright. “My name is Ember. I was created by Ash Phoenix as his final weapon. But I am not him. I don’t want war. I don’t want destruction. I want truth. I want family.” She paused. “Alma Sterling if you’re watching this, I need your help.” Ezra exchanged a look with Alma. “This could be bait.” Roman agreed. “Or a trap.”

God, he was so whipped for her. After Emma finished with work, she went back home after Rowan had told her he would be home a few minutes or hours late. So Emma took a shower and got one of Rowan’s hoodies she had taken. She turned on the TV to catch up on her shows. I heard the elevator door ring. Emma gets up from her seat excited as she walked to the lift, but when the elevator opened up, Emma saw a face a familiar face she wasn’t expecting. It was Amber!

she asks, attempting to maintain her composure. I raise an eyebrow, my tone filled with conviction. "Then how do you have this copy? It's securely issued, and getting an edit mode copy is not so easy, you know." Ema's resistance crumbles, and she confesses, "Yes, I am Tuberose." I'm taken aback by her admission, a mix of emotions surging through me. But before I can fully process the revelation, Ema's tears start to flow, and I'm reminded of her vulnerability.

They started moving again. "You said she looks familiar?" They were talking in quieter tones now, they probably didn't want their boss to hear them. "Yes, you won't believe it. It's crazy," the third voice said. "Who is she?" "I'm not sure, but she looks so much like Hope," the voice said. I was shocked that he recognized me, I wouldn't recognize myself if I stared in the mirror. "Hope? As in the Hope Embers that died in the assassination with her father?" He and the others laughed.