Emma Too Novels & Stories

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

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.”

EMMA Elijah's words touched my heart, but the moment Thomas' face flashed across my mind, I snapped back to reality. I walked toward Elijah again, placing my hand on his shoulder while subtly exposing my cleavage. With a sultry smile, I asked, "Are you sure my eyes are enough to steal your heart? Don’t you want a taste of these milky white boobs?" Lowering my top even further, I gave him a glimpse of my nipples. But he didn’t even glance at them. Instead, his gaze remained locked on my face, filled with disappointment. He stepped closer, cupped my left cheek, and whispered, "You’ve really changed, Emma. Thank you for making a mockery of my love."

She walked in wearing cream cashmere and confidence, her glossy black hair perfect despite the October wind. When our eyes met across the café, her smile faltered for just a brief moment before it snapped back into place. “Emery.” She slid into the seat across from me, with a polished grace. “You look incredible. I mean, considering everything you've been through…” “Save it.” The pleasantries die on her lips. Good. I'm not here for small talk. “I wasn't sure you'd actually come,” she said,. Her fingers were dancing nervously around her purse strap. “When you called, I thought—”

Before she could explain, the two girls with her scurried out of the room. Emma closed her toolbox slowly, then leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair off my pale face. Her lips pressed in a thin line before she whispered, kissing my hand softly, “You cannot die now, Scarlet Underwood. You are the eye of the gods, and we need you.” My breath hitched—or it would have, if I still had one. Eye of the gods? What did she mean? I wasn’t a goddess. Damien called me that only to compliment my beauty, yes. But Emma… Emma meant it. Every word.

Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.

I watched as she wrote a note and then it disappeared into thin air as she chanted ‘mitte’. Magic was amazing and I loved the world we lived in. I just hope to the Goddess above that it didn’t end because of Soren’s war. How devastating would it be to fight for something just to watch all of it die? I didn’t have to wait long and there was a knock on Amarantha’s office door. “Come in,” she called out. The door opened and Ember stepped inside with a smile on her face and her cat at her side. I took in a deep breath of her burnt peach orchard smell and smiled brightly at seeing her again.

I promise. The Luna's eyes finally lights up with hope. She stands from the seat with a grateful smile. "Her name is Emma Abrams. She has pitch black hair, big blue eyes and is just as tall as me." She says and a wave of shock runs through my body like a jolt of lighting. She couldn't be speaking of my wicked mate, could she?

One part of me wants to know and another part of me wants him to go fall into a hole. “ You know they have not come back yet, why don’t you come over here and drink some tea with me. We don’t even have to do the tea leaf reading. That bad boy wolfy over there has got your panties all bunched up and not in a good way.” Emma is standing next to a table with two cups of steaming hot tea already to go. Emma is so cute, red hair everywhere and a little chubby. She winks at me and beckons me to come over. She’s like a big sister I kinda need right now.

“It’s Ryan. I know that look.” I snapped my head toward her so fast my big-ass hoops almost flew across the damn room. “The fuck? How do you know it’s Ryan?” Emma stood up dramatically and placed a hand over her chest like she deserved an award. “Because, bitch, I have known you since forever. I know every facial expression your crazy ass makes. And right now?” She squinted at me. “You got that pathetic little lovesick puppy face.” “Oh my God,” Sophia laughed, shaking her head.