Emmaline Sommers Novels & Stories

Emma grimaced by just uttering her name. The mischievous young Emma wasn’t the best student, and beating up boys always got her a glare from the strict principal. “Nice! Tell Ani to send her in please. I shouldn’t make the dragon wait.” Ada’s mood improved immediately. Not even a minute later the feared woman walked in in all her glory. She was rumored to be a descendant of Russian aristocracy. Blond shoulder length curls, sharp in no way pretty but attractive features, thin unforgiving lips, stature that made teen male wolves wet themselves and, of course, signature pearls. Above all, this woman in her sixties was intelligent and supportive.

Said, Daniel, as he stared at the little rat who called him forth. “Norman let me tell you the history of a strong demon who discovered a witch that did not understand her potential.” Norman sat to listen to the tale Daniel had to reveal. Daniel knew he would be stronger invincible with her energy. When he set his eyes on her, he became lost. He saw before him a beautiful petite woman with her hair long, the color of wheat, and eyes resembling a pale blue sea. She looked as though made of porcelain, but she was tougher than the finest metal. When Daniel heard her name, it sounded as a gift. They called her Emma, and he felt her strength, her power.

Chapter One: The Bond The moon hung blood-red over the Spring Equinox celebration, a crimson eye watching the gathered wolves below. Emma Adams smoothed her silver dress for the hundredth time, trying to calm her racing heart. At twenty-three, she'd attended enough pack ceremonies to know the routine, but tonight felt different. The air crackled with possibility, heavy with magic that made her wolf pace restlessly beneath her skin, claws scraping against her consciousness with growing urgency.

This sudden kindness felt like stealing without any apparent reason, and he didn't believe this maid would come over to talk to him. Beside the young girl, Elly, who was only fifteen or sixteen, with her delicate brows and happy expression, was radiant and caught the attention. She wore a pale yellow gown with silver-threaded embroidered lotus flowers on the collar and sleeves. Her attire was neat, and she didn't wear any makeup or jewelry, showing confidence in her appearance that she didn't need makeup to meet people. Seeing Emma, Elly kneeled with a straight back, her dress fluttering down like a falling flower: "Greetings, Duchess."

Just a smart business attire that Amelia always donned. "Can’t I visit?" Emmeline asked. "Last I checked, your mother is my godmother. I am basically a Montgomery." If Matteo were here, he might’ve even reminded Emmeline that Catherine Laine was in fact not the first Montgomery mistress, but just a mistress, period. But that was Aiden’s own mother, and he wasn’t going to say such a thing just to get a jab at Emmeline, tempting as it was.

Vera said in mock indignation. “Oh, Sebastian let me introduce you to Jade’s best friend, this is Emma,” Elliott said, gesturing his hand toward Emma who was standing about a foot behind us now, looking intently at Sebastian. “Pleased to meet you,” he said with an air of diplomacy, offering his hand to Emma, who shook it with a smile on her face. “Were you from that disgrace of a pack as well?” “Oh, um, yes. Jade and I were both kitchen omegas there.” Emma seemed a bit rattled by the way Sebastian made such firm eye contact with her, as if searching her for something that he didn’t find.

"Good morning Aunt!" Karis greets immediately she walks into the sitting room. "Morning, sweetheart! When did you get back? " Mrs Wachukwu asks, quite surprised to see her Karis, she had no idea that she was back. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you! She came back last night!" Aunty Stella says to her sister with a broad smile. "Morning Juliet!" Karis greets immediately she sights Juliet, who returns the greeting with a smile. Meanwhile, Alexandra walks in. She greets her Mum and Aunt, you could tell she was in a shitty mood. She is still dressed in her nighties which looks so transparent.

“Emma was in one of the files. Except her name isn’t Emma, it’s Camille Munroe.” Sure enough, a photo of Emma was attached to the file but instead it showed her name as Camille Munroe and that she had worked at the LA Lark for a few months. The photo wasn’t recent though. In it their female had long hair that was a light brown and fell in waves to frame her perfect face and slender neck. Jag couldn’t help but notice the sadness in her eyes as well. It was the same sadness that he recalled seeing the first time they spoke. It was Emma but not the Emma they knew. This was a timid mouse compared to the feisty kitten he had fallen in love with. It didn’t make sense. Emma had said she had moved f