Novel & Cerita Emma X Norman 18

Max took a single glimpse at the man and took a gun from his guard and did the necessary without a bother to question him. * Nobody in G city would dare look for his trouble if not for Alex. His enemy brother. * The gunshot made the few people around shiver in fear not attempting to hide their present because they know that not even God can stop Maxwell from getting to them if he want to. ****** ******** Emma strode on the corridor towards Maxwell's office holding files in hand. In a very decent attire. She wore a green knee-level dress with a black waist belt, and her long raven hair gathered in a ponytail with a block heel boot. Looking simple and stunning

Xena said as she paced the room, biting on her fingers. Norman only huffed as he fell to the bed; he was also confused. "I will get to the root of this. Please don't worry, love," he cooed. But Xena wasn't the one to get pacified easily, especially on things or people who had her bow her head in shame. "Why Alexa of all people?" she cried as she neared him. Norman only stared at her, offering his shoulders as comfort. "She spared no chance in making it clear that I'm still alive because of her," Xena lifted her head off his shoulder, her face now streaked with mascara, making her look like an emo.

He asked. Rojas nodded and placed a file on the table. "Here is all the information on Eric Norman, Miss Emma's boyfriend". He repiled. Damien cleared at him for calling him her boyfriend. Rojas gulped and turned away. "Are you sure you got every detail about him and no mistakes!".Damien glared at him. Rojas nodded . "Everything is there in the file boss. Everything you need to know about Eric Norman".

Norman pretended to look confused, "I don't..." I fired one bullet, directed at Norman's knee, and he screamed in agony, falling to the ground. Blood gushed out from his wound, but I didn't care. "Does this remind you of him? Tell me where Xavier is right now!" I demanded. "I really don't know who Xavier is!" Norman called out, his voice strained as thick sweat dripped down his forehead. I glanced at Dante once again and he reached into his pocket, bringing out his phone that contained a screenshot of Julius we had taken from the CCTV.

"Only a nuclear explosion could open the safe room Adam stashed her in. I don't know who you think you have, but it's not our child." Just then, one of the enemy rushes toward Adam, and his hold on Norman slips. Norman darts toward me, his hand lifted. Before he can pierce my chest with his claw, Adam is in the way. Norman's eyes widen in delight, and I hear the sound of flesh tearing. I don't think. I just act, shifting.

She recognized it instantly. Norman’s car. The driver’s door opened slowly. Norman stepped out. He wasn’t rushing. Wasn’t shouting. He simply walked forward with measured steps and stopped directly in front of Xander’s car, his expression unreadable in the dim streetlight. Xander stared at him through the windshield. “What the hell—" Gabriella’s heart began pounding. Norman didn’t look at Xander. His eyes were fixed on her. He stepped closer to the passenger side.

By Tuesday afternoon, Manatee High felt louder than usual. Maybe it was the way everyone buzzed with the kind of energy that meant a break was close. The long weekend was coming, and most people already had plans. Emma didn’t—at least not yet. The bell rang for lunch, and Emma followed the usual crowd to the cafeteria. She spotted Connor sitting at their usual table with Ethan, Liam, and Chelsea. Ethan was talking fast, excitement written all over his face, while Connor laughed at something Chelsea said.

Emily closed her eyes, trying to regulate her breathing, pushing down the emotions surging within her. “Mr. Norman, this is the ladies' restroom,” she said, her voice strained. “I know,” Satan replied, leaning in, seemingly inhaling the scent of her hair. “You changed your shampoo too.” “Mr. Norman, I came to the Great Wall Group to provide design support, not to discuss shampoos or menstrual cycles with you,” Emily said, her frustration barely concealed.

Without further ado, Norman rushed into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. The pink-haired Omega was dying of embarrassment, but he had to calm down; he didn't take a shower because it was too late at night and he could catch a cold, and he didn't want to make the baby sick in the process. So he just washed his face and changed slowly, with all the patience in the world. When she was done, she came out, and Norman was already in his pajamas and shirtless.