Novel & Cerita Emma Walker Killer

She had heard everything. Grayson’s eyes locked on hers, and her body trembled. Dexter noticed and rushed to soften the moment. “Emma, you shouldn’t be up. Go back and rest—” But Grayson’s attention lingered on her. His voice, when it came, was sharp enough to cut. “I am not a murderer,” Emma whispered, her voice breaking. “I didn’t kill anyone.” Grayson turned on the stairs, his expression frozen in bitterness. “Then bring Whitney back to me.”

Emma arrived at the campus and parked her car then walked inside the big building. Cole saw Emma when she walked inside the building and he smirked to himself when he saw how she was covering the bruises he left on her delicate skin. Emma was shy when he first saw her, but she never looked dead, her eyes never looked this sad; Emma was alive when he first saw her and now he killed her.

If she hadn’t seen them before, she wouldn’t have been able to recognize them. Emma nodded, her voice calm but laced with a chilling edge. “Yes, on the surface they were. So when I got the message that you’d been kidnapped—and almost… killed,” she paused, her tone dropping lower, as if even the air grew heavy under the weight of those words, “I pointed a gun at him the moment I saw him.” She remembered that day clearly—inside a cabin only she and Eryx knew about. Her killing intent had been real. If Eryx hadn’t given a convincing explanation, she would’ve pulled the trigger. But Eryx had denied ordering her execution.

And if it was a werewolf, who was behind the curse, and why? When they arrived at the station, Jack took Emma to a private room and handed her a cup of coffee. "You're in shock," he said. "Take a few minutes to collect yourself, and then we'll talk." Emma sipped the coffee, feeling its warmth spread through her body. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand. "Jack," she said, "I think I know who's behind the murders." Jack raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

Emma studied me for a moment, then nodded, seemingly accepting my answer. But I knew I had to be more careful. If anyone found out the truth about me, I would be in even more danger than I already was. "Hmm, well, for your question. Alpha is twenty-four right now, and his parents were killed by a hunter. Three years ago, when they went to some human restaurant for a celebration, they were killed there," Emma stated casually. The moment those words left her mouth, my whole body stiffened. My fingers clenched into fists on my lap as my heart pounded against my ribs. Three years ago. A hunter. A restaurant. My mind raced back to that night, the night I killed a supernatural couple. I had gone o

Satan added, "Jackson is a well-meaning person, but he's too impulsive. His humiliation of Grace and Sophia vented his anger, but also exposed Emma’s location. They must have returned and made sure Emma stayed silent forever. When I got the news and arrived, Emma was already dead." Ding— The elevator reached the 23rd floor. Mr. Satan walked out with her, holding her hand and using her fingerprint to unlock room 2307. Emily was seated on the bed to rest while he went to the kitchen to boil some water. "What was Emma's cause of death?"

” Emma let a short, derisive laugh and stood from the chair. “I can do anything to save the lives of my kids, and that includes killing. I don't mind wasting your life to keep my children safe, so be warned.” Emma's face had no emotions as she spoke, her voice cold, and there was this hardness in her eyes that made her more intimidating. Alex had never seen Emma looking that murderously before. He couldn't deny that he was scared by her manner of speech. “Thanks for the dinner and next time when you're trying to drug someone, make sure that you get sedatives that don't have a nasty smell. The wine smells like medicine.” A dark chuckle escaped her lips and she walked away, still chewing on he

She may be telling the truth, but she enjoyed it. "Well, your man is dead, thanks to my mate, you fucking bitch", I said to her. Her eyes went wide, and her smile faded immediately. She realized she had fucked up and a scowl was on her face. "AHH" She growled, clawing my face, but before I could kill her, imagine my surprise to feel someone pass me. No, not just someone. Ember. She landed a punch on Emma and Emma fell to the ground. Ember then took a knife from a nearby table and plunged it right into Emma's heart, killing her.

I disabled the locks, pulled wires, and opened the doors. “Go,” I told them. “Follow the tunnel. Don’t stop.” Some stumbled. Others ran. I moved to the server room. Flames sparked from Chloe’s charges. One more blast—and it would all come down. Emma’s POV Damian staggered, blood dripping from his side. “You think killing me changes anything?” he gasped. I stepped over him. “No,” I said. “But it ends what you started.” I pressed the detonator. And walked out. Lucas’s POV