Full Tilt Emma Scott Novels & Stories

He says and I raise an eyebrow, watching my best friend. “Yes, you will be targeted, but do you really think that a skinny girl wouldn’t be? It’s fucking Wyatt Hayes for crying out loud,” Emma says, raising her hands above her head and then dropping them. “The man is like a God in this town and it doesn’t matter who he ends up with, she will be targeted, and you have thick skin, you know how to behave and if you like him, this is not going to stop you,” she says and I pull my best friend into an embrace. She is the best person I know, and she always gets away with telling me the truth.

"And I think there's a can of ginger ale in the fridge. Maybe you can sip on that." Scott set Emma down on the kitchen counter. "How about I get it while your mommy finishes breakfast?" "Okay," Emma allowed. He placed a few saltines in a blue plastic bowl and poured some ginger ale into a sparkly-pink straw sippy cup. "Want to take your snack back to the den?" he asked. "Yes, please." "Such great manners," Scott complimented as he scooped her up from the counter. "All princesses should have good manners." As he passed Jackie, he winked.

“Emma Turner, Preston Rhodes’ girlfriend. Damn, that’s hot.” I laugh, shaking my head at her. “Emma Turner, the most incredible woman to ever exist and the only one to ever hold my heart. Damn…that’s hot.” We both laugh at my impression of her. “That’s hot” definitely sounds a lot better coming from her mouth than it does mine. “So there’s one more thing I have to tell you,” Emma begins before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “And what’s that, rebel?” “I don’t want this to overshadow your big day of winning the Super Bowl and retiring and all the things, so I can wait to tell you, but⁠—”

I stomped my foot, having enough of this bullshit. "I demand an audience with the Alpha and you as well, Raina. I know your mate was Scotty the Adlet and I know I had golden blood that was unique and took gifts of those not naturally born. I'm Emma, the blind, fatter, dumpier human version but nonetheless still Emma Rockford. Ask me anything and I'll answer," I said firmly and Raina rolled her eyes and told us to get into the shed along with the rogue. We were shoved inside and I heard the door lock and cursed bitterly. Clasping my fists I started doing jumping jacks in place because of my insecurities.

Scott murmurs with a sexy smile, “now at the last gasp of love’s latest breath….” He stops and looks up, “oh, Em…. Hi…. I didn’t see you there.” The Scarlett whore scrambles up and pulls down her skirt. Thankfully, I no longer have an eye full of her lacey red knickers (cheap-looking, I couldn’t help but notice). “Hi. Sorry to interrupt. I’m Emma, the housemate. It’s lovely to meet you.” With a forced smile, I march over and hold out my hand to the woman, determined to not make my resentment obvious.

staring at her number like it held the answers to something I hadn’t even known I was asking. Finally, I tapped it out. Connor: hey, how’s your Sunday? I waited. My fingers hovered over the keyboard like I was defusing a bomb, though it was only a text. Emma: hey :) it’s okay. helping my dad fix the bathroom tile. I laughed quietly. Bathroom tile? Connor: wait. like actually with tools? and… glue? Emma: yep. grout, hammer, the works. the tile was screaming for my help. Connor: damn. never thought I’d be jealous of a tile.

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.”

"Emma, what do you think?" Emma responded politely, "Mr. Molloy, since I'm still studying, I can only offer lessons during my free time." Hugh interjected, "Mr. Molloy? No need for formalities. Just call me Hugh. Your accent sounds like you're from South Florivera. Did you get into Valtara University?" Seeing a talent like Emma, who had made it into Valtara University, Brett could not help but brag a little. "Emma is indeed from South Florivera. She got into Valtara University on her own merits. She's set to report to campus the day after tomorrow."

After Katarina left, Emma stood alone in the bathroom, shaking with anger and fear in equal measure. Her phone buzzed. A text from Palmer: "Five minutes until announcement. Where are you?" Emma took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and walked back into the ballroom. She was Emma Mitchell. She'd built a business empire, revolutionized women's hockey, and raised two beautiful children. She wasn't going to let some ex-girlfriend intimidate her. Even if that ex-girlfriend was currently charming her husband twenty feet away. The lights dimmed and Palmer took the microphone.

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.