Emma X Norman Novels & Stories

“I mean. The timeline on this is actually insane.” “Three days,” Emory said, not looking up from his food. “New record or normal?” “For Tahni? Normal.” Maekynzie put her phone face-down with the specific emphasis of someone who had more to say and was choosing not to. Noelle was watching me sit down. Not saying anything yet.

I needed to know what took her too long after impatiently waiting for those fifteen more minutes to be over I called her, Hello Millers. Sir? Sir...... mmmh so good, I want more....Xander .....not so fast...I'm gonna.... Millers? Millers? Emma? What's going on? Then the call disconnected. Xander? Alexander? Damn it! What was she doing with him? How was he here in Manhattan? Just the thought of what Emma implied made me crazy... Not so fast? I want more? Emma's POV I walked over to Jada's coffee shop from Power Corp. Since I was familiar with the place I had to greet my now turned friend Lisa then Jada who wouldn't stop praising Ace.

The next morning, Emma sat in her apartment surrounded by photographs. The anonymous pictures. The text messages. Everything. Noah sat beside her. Neither had slept. Suddenly, Emma's eyes widened. "Noah." "What?" "The name." "What name?" "Sophia Bennett." Noah frowned. "What about it?" "Bennett." Noah blinked. "Bennett?" "My God." Emma stood up. "Your last name." Noah froze. "What?" "Bennett." His eyes widened. "You think we're related?" "No." Emma shook her head.

Ellie’s P.O.V. The moment I looked up, my heart paused. That man was not old. He wasn’t weak, fragile, or anything like the rumors surrounding Zackary Walton. The young man standing near the door looked handsome in a way that felt illegal. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a black shirt with the top buttons undone. And those eyes… Amber! Not soft golden brown, but deep amber that glowed under the dim lights like something wild hiding beneath a human’s skin.

"Thank you." The man nodded and Alex went on his way. He ran and ran, panting for breath but he still did not stop. He continued running until he got to the front of the cemetery. Before he entered, he informed Jasmine and Tobias of his location and they both said they would get there as soon as possible. Alex walked into the room that was specially built for Damien's parents' grave. Damien hadn't been close to the cemetery for many years and now that he was here, Alex knew too well that he felt broken beyond repair. His heart grieved for his friend as he walked over to meet him. She slowly opened her eyes as she looked around the room, her head was hurting pretty badly and as she opened her

“Wait, Gabriella!” Xander’s voice cut sharply through the chaos. Stop what? Gabriella asked herself, her heart pounding so loudly she could barely hear her own thoughts. She sat frozen in the passenger seat, Xander gripping the steering wheel beside her while Norman stood outside her door, tall and immovable, like a wall placed directly in their path. She didn’t understand. Why was Norman reacting like this? Had she done something wrong? Outside, Norman’s jaw tightened when she didn’t move immediately. He reached for the door handle and pulled.

"Sarah, it makes more sense for Dex to be—" "I’m not asking as a friend, Norman," I interrupted, my voice dropping into a cool, professional register. "I’m asking as your employer. Miss Hale needs her manager at her side for the stops we’re making. Get in the car." The silence between us in the Maybach was thick enough to choke on. For ten minutes, the only sound was the hum of the tires against the pavement. "Sarah, about last night," Norman started, his hands gripping the steering wheel. "I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have let things get that far. You were emotional, the wine was flowing—"

I texted Dexter, and I got no replies, so I am assuming he is occupied with Hailey. “No need to worry about their stares. But I should introduce myself properly,” he said. I turned to him. “I am Norman… Norman Anderson,” he said, bringing his hand out for a shake. I took it, shaking it slightly. “I am Aurora King. Nice meeting you,” I replied. Norman smiled slightly, and I could see the change in his eyes, but I didn’t ponder about it. “Likewise,” he replied, retreating his hand. “So, what do you do?” I asked. He smiled.

This kind of overfamiliar behavior would not be tolerated in the Southlands, and I wonder whether all Wolves are this physical, or whether it’s just Ethan. I don’t hate it, though, and that in itself is rather disconcerting. I’m a betrothed woman—even if I’m supposed to marry a cruel and horrible man. My father would kill me if he saw me holding hands with the alpha of Midnight. I don’t even want to think about what he would do to Ethan. Ethan’s familiarity, however, is not enough to distract me from the high-pitched screeching that hits my ears when we walk into the next corridor.

"Norman Cross, my dear Klaus. He is a businessman and tycoon who owns more than 5 companies all over the United States and foreign countries. The most desired Alpha by all the Omegas and Betas and the envy of many Alphas. Mr. Cross is someone with a strong and intimidating character, who just by looking at you makes you show submission in front of him." I was confused for several reasons. First, I didn't know how Drew knew all that about Norman; second, I didn't know that he is a tycoon and that he is so coveted and the envy of many; and third, and most important. Strong character? Intimidating? Makes you show submission? I was dumbfounded. Norman is a sweetheart; he looks like a grumpy kitt