Emma Too Novels & Stories

Eric turned and looked at Emma who took her notebooks, closed her locker, and strolled to the classroom as if nothing happened. “How did she even come to know that the ball was aimed at her?” ***** Getting inside the classroom, Emma took her usual seat which was the front seat. She had no problem sitting at the front, unlike the other students who always preferred back benches Placing her books on the desk, she plopped on the chair and fished out her phone. “Let’s see which new app Ecstatic Technologies had invented.” Opening the chrome, she was reading about it when her phone was snatched roughly from her hands. Grinding her teeth, Emma looked up only to be c

unofficial reason: watching bretta fight with maternity dresses and mama] Tessa jumps in immediately. TESSA: [please send photos] TESSA: [i need visual entertainment] TESSA: [my life is just work, instant noodles, and true crime. you are the healthiest drama i have] “Healthy,” I mutter. “Sure.” Emmett finally shows up, three little bubbles appearing, disappearing, then popping up again like he’s typing while walking. EM: [you didn’t answer the main question] EM: [are things safe?]

'She's too precious for this world' Amy thought and cupped her cheeks as she stares at Amelia happily. "I'm glad" Anne suddenly said as she sighs. "Anne?" Helga said. "Oh, I'm just glad that madam Lia isn't the kind of person we all thought her to be. She really suits the master" Anne said and smiled with relief. Amelia felt herself blush after hearing Anne's compliment. "Oh! madam Lia is blushing! How cute!" Maisy chuckled. "Maisy," Helga said, calling Maisy's name with firmness in her tone.

She followed him while I sat in the lounge area with my guards. Emma looked stunning. Black hair, with moonlight-grey eyes and flawless skin. She looked beautiful. I was speechless, and when she started trying on the different clothes Luciano picked for her, I felt something shift in me. The woman looked like a goddess. I prayed for the strength to not fall in love with her and let her go when the time came. She was amazing.

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 said. "Yes, my dear, you look astounding that's why I choose that sapphire colour, to bring out your lovely features." My dad smiled at me. The gentleman standing with them coughed, probably to get their attention and focus back on the conversation they were having. "I'm sorry, Emma, this is Mr Moretti, a business partner of mine. Moretti this is my lovely daughter Emma." My dad introduced us. "I must say, she is an exquisite being. With both beautiful parents, such as yourselves I had no doubt that this is what you all created." Moretti said with his Italian accent looking at me with lust in his eyes.

Amy, with her vibrant personality and infectious energy, provided a perfect cover for the tension simmering just beneath the surface. The observer continued to follow them as they moved through the city, stopping at a quaint café. They chose a table outside, and the observer found a spot across the street, hiding behind a newspaper while still keeping them in sight. The observer watched as they laughed and chatted, their bond clear and strong. This was the Emily the observer remembered: lively, full of hope, and surrounded by people who cared about her.

EMMA The sun filtered softly through the canopy of trees, casting dappled light over the garden that had become our sanctuary. I looked around, heart fluttering. Twinkling fairy lights intertwined with delicate white florals, the scent of jasmine and roses mingling in the warm breeze. It wasn’t a grand affair—it didn’t need to be. This was our home, our haven. And today, it would witness a new promise.

No matter how much her chest ached at the idea. She told herself that again. Her phone buzzed on the table. A message from Phoebe. It was a link. Emma tapped it, and her breath caught. There it was—her name, her picture, splashed across the screen. Emmaline Facer — Favorite Designer of the Year. Her hands trembled as she stared at it. *** As he reached for another shot of alcohol, Ezra let out a sharp, exhausted sigh, his shoulders sagging under the weight of it all.

"Am I truly the chosen one? It cannot be. I cannot be. I’m not good enough.” Ethan's gaze met hers, filled with unwavering conviction. "Yes, Emma. You are the one spoken of in the prophecy," he confirmed. "You possess a unique power—a power that can shape the future of our world." “And you are enough. You’re good enough.” “Emma, what makes you good enough is not you, but the blood that the gods has chosen to bless you with.” Elder Ethan said. Emma bowed her head. This news has become heavy weights to her shoulders, and unlike the times in her office, there was no escape.