Emma Too Novels & Stories

There are an unlimited number of Alphas who want Emma James. And now Lucus knows why: Emma is always a good student; she is smart and can take care of her father's business; and she is the most beautiful Omega. Lucus never saw beauty like this. How can someone be so perfect? She is smart, she is beautiful, and the way she presents herself is beyond imagination. Emma's eyes become wide when she sees the Alpha, her childhood crush, and her future mate. Her mother basically drags her downstairs; she is really shy and really doesn't want to face the Maddens, especially Lucus.

“Oh come on. They say beauty is a mindset. What defines you isn’t your clothes, it’s your mindset.” Maya squinted. “Wait… Emma, what’s that on your face? Are you blushing?” “No. Why… why should I be?” “I don’t know,” Maya teased, stepping closer. “I just know whoever put that words on you is special. Look at you blushing all over. So tell me, is it Romeo?” “No, it’s not Romeo,” Emma mumbled, staring at the floor.she quickly look up the moment she realized she has fallen into Maya trap

Walking back to the bar I watched Emma sipping from a straw, she had ordered a soda, a clear cream soda. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the taste of her drink. Running a hand down my face, i wondered if i was doing the right thing in taking her back to my home I mean Our home. Emma was my mate, the other half of me, and I would be damned if i let her get away, I touched her shoulder as I approached. She jerked at my touch yet didn’t pull away.

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

Emara Stone I reach the office building and straight away rush to the seventh floor. I knock twice but no sound came, so I slowly open the door. I see hotty on the couch with a bottle in his hand talking to someone on the phone. Wait! Is he crying? "Ay am very sowie. Pilizz unda-standh meh. Ay am soo.. sowie. Tok tu meh pilizz. Saie shomethang. Annythang pillizzz." He says in a sloppy manner.

Maddy POV. I want to go to dada, why can't I got to him, daddy kept holding me, papa tried to help but I saw the lady talking to dada and he looked mad. I also met the famous Emma, she's dada's helper, she says she keep his schedules making sure he got time for me.

The driver curbs the car riding on the street as it gently pull to a stop beside an apartment, a lady who looks like Amber by the ears and nose climb down from the car with her small black box. Isabella Smith, a young pretty lady with lovely curves, pouty small lips, light yellow eyes, scattered eyebrow and a dark brown long hair, she walks into the passage checking out on the room numbers then she stops at room 10, after the clink sound Mia hurriedly open the door and stare at the figure in astonishment.

I kept staring at the message, the beating in my chest getting louder. “Emma urgently left during office hours. I think she’s on your way to see you. Be careful.” the text read and it was from Amara, my so-called friend? My gaze searched across the field until my gaze landed on where she sat, tossing, clicking her glass against those she sat with.