Novel & Cerita Emmaline Sommers

“She’s not just Isla’s mother, Damon. She’s…” “An Omega,” I cut in, my tone colder than I intended. “An Omega who should never have been in my bed. An Omega who should have never carried my child. She carried her, and by some miracle, managed to give birth to her. If I am choosing to be merciful for that, for her game, it is because I know that it shouldn’t have happened the way that it did in the first place.”

Hilda looked forward at her husband, who stood at the door. "Don't just stand there. Come and see your beautiful grandmother." She said to him. Edward walked towards her and looked at Catherine. Catherine smiled when she saw him. "Aw! She is smiling! Look at her cute smile." Hilda said. "Can I hold her?" Edward asked his wife, knowing what her response will be. "No. I haven't carried her long enough." Hilda said. Rebecca scanned the room and couldn't find Crystal. "Where is Crystal?" She asked her parents.

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

ELISA POV. Whoa! Whoa… "Elisa, look at that hot guy over there,” Emma said. Emma is not just my best friend, but also my sister. Her father divorced her mum and wed another woman after because he could no longer support her mother's drinking habits, which led to the divorce of her parents. Elisa's mother, Cindy, who is human and well-known for her beauty, married her father, Mason Douglas, who is also an Alpha but not particularly strong. Emma inherited her appearance exactly from there. I often wonder if she's a witch and how she manages to enchant all these people, but then I realize that it's just her appearance—her lovely face and lips—and her attitude is unremarkable, yes I said that be

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

“How did she find this place? How on earth would she know where to search?” Caroline's eyes fluttered frantically. “I came here to ask you this as well Ema Have you been careless, oblivious, or purposely out in the open when you get here and when you leave?” Such a claim made Ema enraged. “No no, I have been very careful, as you advised me. No one I have dealt with has even a tiny suspicion. ” “Someone does,” Caroline fiercely exclaimed. Or have you considered the fact that Amelia has some vampire in her? She has more superfine senses than the average wolf. They have left any trace of but to something, and that is enough for me. . . "

I passed everything I found back to Matthew, who used the information to sabotage the company in ways no one could trace. But then, I met Emma. Emma was just another worker in the office back then, quiet and unassuming. At first, I didn’t pay much attention to her, but over time, I started noticing the little things. The way she stayed late to finish work no one else wanted to do, the way she always greeted people with a smile even when she was clearly exhausted, the way her eyes held a sadness she tried to hide. “She’s nobody,” Matthew said dismissively when I mentioned her once, “Focus on the mission.”

"Yes, ma'am." "Please wait," she said before wearing her glasses. I had only one word for Annabelle Siromani. Unpredictable. When she wore her glasses, her facial expression changed. She looked like an evil Egyptian queen. She literally looked that way. I began to wonder how someone could change in a matter of milliseconds.

She looked at me with a smile and said, "Your woman seems oddly confused by your actions, Damien. Pray, don't worry, young lady. Forgive me for introducing myself late. My name is Amelia Étienne. I was a bit curious about who piqued my son's interest, so I asked him if it's alright to meet with you. " "But then.. his introduction of you, seems amusing," she said, making me blush. Moreover.. She's a mother?! I can't believe that despite her old age, she still looks like a teenager in her 20s. "O-Oh… nice to meet you, m-mother.. uhm.." I was unsure what to call her.

Jessica smirked snidely, cocking her head in a manner that said she was waiting to see how I would get out of this, I looked away from her and spun slowly, to face the crowd. My eyes caught Cora's expressionless face and then Lady Calloway's keen ones, "My name is Emma and she is right, I did lie and pretend, taking my sister's name but I did not mock the crown nor the participants." I looked back at the dowager and she had a brow arched high, "My sister, Dahlia Winchester was supposed to be here but she got pregnant and I was forced to take her place because my family thought we looked alike and could pass as each other," I scoffed lowly, shaking my head, "How wrong we were."