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

Her tone carried urgency now. Xander hesitated only a second longer before unlocking the doors. The soft click sounded louder than it should have. Before Xander could say anything else, the passenger door was pulled open from the outside. Norman. His hand closed firmly—but not painfully—around Gabriella’s wrist. His touch was controlled, deliberate. “See you tomorrow,” Gabriella said quickly over her shoulder, giving Xander a small nod. She didn’t resist as Norman guided her out. Didn’t argue. Didn’t look back again.

He was watching his enemy shake under the innocent weight of the very child he had tried to exploit. "Go ahead, Norman," I urged softly, my tone dripping with a quiet, lethal sarcasm that only the adults could fully decode. "Don't be shy. You told me yourself how desperate you were to finally meet Leena. Here she is. Say hello." Norman swallowed hard, his throat clicking loudly in the quiet space. He cleared his throat twice, trying desperately to find his professional voice, but when he spoke, it was a breathless, stammering mess. "Uh... hi. Hello, Leena," Norman muttered, his hands gripping the edge of the table so tightly his fingers were shaking. "Yes... it’s true. I... I knew your mom.

Luxstay thought of the image in the parking lot where Emma got down from the car of a strange man, unable to press the bottle of vinegar to pour out. "Is Nolan still scared?" Emma noticed the abnormality, he sat up and looked at Luxstay, thinking of Luxstay's recent series of unusual, in his heart came to an unbelievable conclusion: "Luxstay, this is me... jealous?" Luxstay looked at him expressionlessly. Emma wasn't afraid at all, burst out laughing, intimately rubbed at him with her face, smiled and said: "Mr. Nolan is straight, married!" Luxstay stretched out his index finger between Emma's eyebrows, pushed his face away, dangerously warned: "You still call me?"

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.

She shouted tightening the hold on the knot of her bathrobe. " You are here baby girl. Oh God thank you so much! By the way, you are looking so----- "Just get the hell out of my room." She yelled again "Why should I go out of here, this is my room too." He said calmly. "What do you mean?" She asked, confused "WE ARE ROOMMATES, BABY GIRL." ********************* He is JAXON WILSON, the bad boy. . . She is SAMARA GRAY, the good girl.