Ray Emma Norman Novels & Stories

She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet. I groaned in pain and managed to stand up. “Alpha finally dumped her for me, and now she's salty,” Tracy spat out. “Brianna, you have to see her face when he rejected her. What a silly goof!” She hissed. Brianna shrieked excitedly, flashing her hands in the air. “Wow, Lena, you are really done for. You can't keep a man, you lost your mom, and your father couldn't even live long enough to take care of us. You must be bad luck,"

She deleted all of Derek’s contact information right before my eyes. “Just pretend I apologized, okay? I deleted everything. I never wanted to be with him. I was only playing around. We’re husband and wife. Look, I deleted everything…” For the first time, I saw fear in Jaime’s eyes. I did not know what she feared, but her attempts to make amends came too late. Even after I rejected her again and again, she refused to give up. She stayed in the village, sponsored poor students, and brought large amounts of medical equipment.

Suddenly my phone rings, I try to get it but my leg slips and I fall flat on the floor, my panties get stuck onto my legs. Was I hallucinating? Did I just see him? I crawl to my bed as my panties are still stuck in between my legs. I grab the phone and see an unknown number calling, but TrueCaller says it's Ryan Damison. There is a picture of him in a suit too. That's him. That's him. Ryan sexy Damison calling me!!!! I pick up the call and desperately ask, "Sir? Is that you?" Wow, I sound so immature. So unprofessional Emara. I mentally scold myself.

Emma stared up at the shattered facade from behind the police tape, her coat wrapped tightly around her, hair pulled back, heels replaced with boots. She hadn't slept... not really, as the images wouldn’t leave her. Not the flames, not the screaming, not the chandelier crashing down like a fallen crown, and definitely not Evangeline - standing like something ancient in the center of the chaos, singing a note that shattered reality. “She’s not dead,” Emma whispered to herself for the third time that morning. “She never was.” Her breath steamed in the air because someone was watching her. She turned quickly and found herself face-to-face with her second boss, Elias Vaughn.

I shook hands with the parents. But my mind was somewhere else entirely. When I got back to my car, I sat in the driver's seat for a long time. Just thinking. Emma Reed. Single mother. Eight-year-old son with blue eyes and natural hockey talent. Started working for me just last week. I pulled out my phone and opened the Pinnacle Sports website. I found the staff photo. There was Emma in the back row. Her face partially hidden by someone's shoulder. I zoomed in on her face.

The girl’s gaze flicked up to her, something dark flickering beneath that sweet, wounded expression. “Small world,” she whispered, smiling wider now. Callum glanced between them, frowning. “You two know each other?” Juno shook her head slowly, but her stomach had already started to twist. The girl’s smile widened. “Not yet.” She extended her hand, blood smearing faintly across her knuckles. “I’m Emma.” Juno and Callum each grabbed one of Emma’s arms, helping her up gently. She wobbled at first, then steadied herself, brushing off the dirt on her jeans.

She looked over at the little girl who held both Corrie and Emmette's hand. "Yes. Her name is Emery." Emmette answered, the entire room mummurs in indistinct chatter. I look over to Devon, his face casts a frown, eyes pulsing with rage. My stomach churned at the sight of it, being pissed off was a fucking understatement. "Oh, I didn't know you had a daughter," Amelia said her eyes shifted to Corrie. "And—a wife. You're quite the mystery Mr Nash." Amelia said as Emmette glared at her.

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.

Emma was stunned, as she came face to face with strikingly similar eyes to her, making her gasp in surprise. If not for Ryan’s hand holding the torch she would’ve dropped it without a doubt. Ryan was minding his own business doing a great job by ignoring the outsider who had an awfully striking resemblance to his parents. He knew his sister was long dead and trying to find her in every other lady was an useless atempt but when Alfred nudged him and motioned towards Emma whose purple eye were revealed beneath her fluttering eyes lashes, his breath was caught in his throat. His odd behaviour was noticed by the rest as they looked at Emma as well, stunned by her purple eyes, a characteristic fe