Emma X Norman 18 Novels & Stories

But what marveled me the most was how Mr Norman was so calm even while I had pushed down his wife, everything was entirely strange for me. " You know what Max? You're crazy. You're too stupid to be part of the Norman's" Hannah said, bitterness etching in her features yet Damon's smile didn't faze, instead it widened even more. "Hmmm. It's very good you know I'm crazy and yet I'm too stupid to be part of the Norman's? So what's your stance. Both you and your son Daniel" He pointed his fingers at them. "Tell me, are you part of the Norman's? Or do you want me to remind you of your illegality in this family?" Max raised his voice a bit as he unlocked my hands from his and strode towards Hannah.

"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.

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.

Lowering her voice, Emily said, “Adam, Mr. Norman isn’t able to take your call right now. You can speak to me if it’s something urgent.” “He can’t take the call? Is he in a meeting?” “No,” Emily replied. “He’s asleep.” Adam sucked in a breath. “Wait—Miranda, you’re not telling me you’re sleeping with him, are you?” Emily frowned, pressing her fingers to her temple. Adam really had no filter. “You’ve misunderstood. Mr. Norman isn’t feeling well. I brought him to the hospital, and he’s asleep after being given a sedative.” “Oh! I see. Is he alright? How serious is it?”

Emmaline spat and jerked back revulsed by their proximity. "Anything which would help me keep you by my side is fair in my eyes, Emma," Damien spoke in his deep voice. Emmaline shot him a glare but her eyes turned to the size of saucers when he circled his arm around her waist and jerked her forward which resulted in the collision of their bodies. Emmaline was startled by the soft caress of those familiar sparks which again pulled the strings of her heart.