Getting Real Emma Chase Novels & Stories

I replied, frowning at the memory of having agreed to be Jace’s date. Bea burst into a hearty laugh, which echoed in the room. She then pushed her black permed hair away from her face, revealing her glittery earrings that sparkled in the dim light. “Oh, Max, you don’t look like someone who’s happy to go out. Be irresponsible for once and have some fun tonight!”

Jason gushed, exaggerating his reactions. Asher looked up at the mention of that name. It sounded oddly familiar. Before the show drew to an end, he was able to finally place the identities of the couple before him. It was Talia Steele and her fiance'. In other words, that was Emma's far from pleasant sister, passing out her work as hers once again. At that moment, all he could think about was Emma. What were the chances of her watching the show? Immediately, he picked up his phone, swiftly dialing home. After multiple rings and no pick, he dropped his phone and tapped his fingers on his head, deep in thought.

Heads turned followed by surprised gasps and widened eyes but I ignored them and walked straight to my uncle who was actually staring at me with the same look of shock mirrored on the other's face. “You dropped your jaw, lovely uncle,” I Said with a sweet smile clapping her shoulder, “thank you for warming my seat all these years, but the pack can only have one ruler. And as you can see, I am not dead!” I turned to the others in the hall and grinned, “I am Rhea Storms, and I have come back to reclaim my place as the Alpha of Crescent Pack.”

“It’s too dangerous to go alone.” “We’ll call the cops,” I said quickly, not wanting to waste time. “But I’m not waiting around for them to show up. I’m going first.” Candice opened her mouth to argue, but I had already turned on my feet, intending to head upstairs and straight to my room, get dressed and leave as soon as possible. Suddenly, I stopped dead in my tracks. The news was still playing on the TV. The screen had just switched to the face of the woman found dead in the water. My blood ran cold. It was Emilia.

One photo showed John sliding a ring onto someone’s finger. John glanced at it and chuckled. "Oh, that. I took Elena shopping for an engagement ring—for Emma! Their hands look similar, so I asked for her help." Stephen’s eyes narrowed. "Then explain this!" He showed another photo—this one of John and Emma in bed, apparently unclothed. John’s smile faded. "That’s... not Elena. That’s Emma!" Emma rolled her eyes. "Stephen, how could you confuse me with your wife? For heaven’s sake, Elena and I are completely different people!"

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

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.

I looked at the newspaper in my hand and let out a cold laugh. Just then, William knocked on my door. “It’s time to go.” I answered, picked up the bag on my desk, and headed out. Today was William and Emma's wedding. I had gotten ready early, eager to witness their happiness. The wedding was grand and beautiful. In front of their family and friends, William and his bride exchanged rings and kissed. When it was time to toss the bouquet, I watched Emma lift the bouquet high and throw it into the air. I had only joined in for fun, reaching out without thinking.

"You are standing on private property belonging to the Wesley family. The woman you are shouting at is Emily Wesley—my niece, and the rightful heir to this entire empire." Thaddeus froze. His mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. Lucy gasped, her eyes turning wide as saucers as she stared at Daniel, then back at me. "W-Wesley?" Thaddeus stammered, his confident facade instantly crumbling. "As in... William Wesley? The billionaire industrialist?"

Lily mentioned, hugging her again for some minutes before letting her go. Emma rising to her full height took notice of the occupants of the room; Damon, Daniel, Leila, and some other girl who was staring at her strangely. She didn't care. "See you guys later then." She stated flatly, before winking at Leila, whose shock-ness lasted for a second before she let out a smile, and waved, still watching as Emma disappeared into thin thin air with Prescott who has communicated his goodbyes to them t