Emma Walker Autopsy Novels & Stories

Grayson said but Emma didn't reply she just turned her face away from him and kept crying "I am not Dexter, I don't fall for tears. Especially not from someone who killed my sister" He said as he continued with his deed Emma didn't say anything but deep down she thought "I didn't kill your sister, why are you making me go through so much, when I am also a victim" When Grayson saw she wasn't looking him he angrily grab her chin but then..... He froze Blood!!! Dark red blood was seen seeping out of her shirt and the owner of the blood -Emma- had passed out

5"> Emma pulled on white rubber gloves that snapped against her wrists and secured a mask over her nose and mouth, not for her protection but to maintain what sterility she could under the circumstances. Her hands moved with automatic efficiency as she inserted an IV into the rogue's forearm—a task made difficult by the dense muscle and twisted anatomy—and started a continuous drip of sedatives. Steve positioned himself at the head of the table, his powerful frame tense with anticipation and concern. His eyes never left Emma's face, reading every microexpression for signs of distress or discovery. Despite the conflict between them over the stolen research, his protective instincts remained u

At the sudden revelation, Emma averted her gaze from the screen of her laptop, her thoughts spinning as she attempted to comprehend the bone chilling article she had just read. To her astonishment, both Sheryl and Damien, the investigators who had delved into the enigmatic depths of the Maddox empire, had met their demise within a mere four months. An upheaval of nausea gripped her, prompting her to rise from her seat and traverse the quiet room with a frenzied gait.

the private bunked which I found in the middle of the forest, not so far away from the La’Vardo estate. “XANDER WILL NEVER BE YOURS!!! HE LOVES CARA AND NOTHING YOU DO OR SAY CAN BREAK THEM UP!!! THEY ARE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER AND YOU ARE MEANT TO BE ROTTING IN HELL SO WHY DON’T YOU JUST DO ALL OF US A FAVOUR AND GO AND THROW YOURSELF OFF A CLIFF OR SOMETHING!!!” Emma yelled. “YOU ARE WRONG !!! YOU ARE A LIAR!!!” I yelled, managing to get a better grip on her, I climbed on top of her. “IT’S THE TRUTH!!! PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE MEANT TO BE LONELY AND DIE A LONELY DEATH!!! XANDER IS GOING TO SPEND THE REST OF HIS LIFE LOVING CARA!!!” she yelled, her words were piercing, like someone stabbing me ov

"I need a cleanup crew. At the old docks warehouse. Yes. One victim. And send the car to the south entrance to pick us up." He hung up and finally looked at me. His blue eyes seemed brighter in the dim light. They moved from me to Ruth's body and then back to me. Emma emerged from behind the crates. Her face was pale, and she walked slowly, as if she were dizzy. She stopped beside me and looked at Ruth. She brought her hand to her mouth. "Oh, God," she murmured. "Is she...?", I didn't answer. I couldn't take my hands off Ruth. They were red and sticky.

Emma overpowered her, shoving her into the car. Reaching for the heavy tool she had stashed in the trunk, Emma lifted it high and brought it crashing down onto Heidi’s skull. “E-Emma… you…” At first, Heidi could still mutter broken words. But soon, she went completely silent. Emma stood over the lifeless body, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. Her grip on the bloody wrench loosened, and she let it clatter onto the floor beside Heidi’s head. Her legs felt a little shaky, but she quickly regained her composure.

Emma made it back to her apartment before the adrenaline wore off and exhaustion slammed into her like a physical weight. She'd planned to dive immediately into the encrypted files Damien promised to send. To cross-reference Victoria's data with her own research. To build an airtight case that would expose Webb, Sarah Chen, and everyone else involved. Instead, she stood in her kitchen staring at the beta-blocker bottle, hands shaking too badly to open it. The crash was inevitable. Thirty-six hours awake. Multiple confrontations. The weight of discovering her own name in a research database, flagged and monitored without her consent.

Lucy admitted. "Not for me," Willow replied tossing her supposed trophy away, the skull attached spine. "Now you know why am called the 'Spine ripper'," she said walking away. They stared at each other and followed along shortly after. EMMA'S RESIDENCE, MIDNIGHT: Emma had just returned from peeing in the bathroom, and going back to sleep she hesitated, couldn't help the feeling like she was being watched. So she filled her palm with a bright, white light ball.

he said. "You've gone mad Matthew, Clara is no vampire hunter," I told him. "Oh she definitely is, she might not be aware of it right now, but she is. You remember a certain Austin Shawn, a real trouble maker while he was alive, the vampire hunter that tragically died at my hands. He had no family to continue his lineage or so we thought. However it turns out that our Nicholas was able to locate his only living child and as luck would have it, she just happened to be his missing rib, the one who fulfills the prophecy with our dear Nicholas," he said.

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 confronted with a living plastic