Ray Emma Norman Novels & Stories

"This is who I am now. If you have a problem with it, there’s the door." A silence stretched between us. Norman sighed, shaking his head before taking a slow sip of his drink. As for Emma… this was just the beginning. I would steal her away the same way he stole what mattered most to me. I would make her see the monster he truly was. And when she did, she would come running into my arms. The nightlife pulsed around me. The scent of liquor and desperation clung to the air. A pair of women sauntered past, throwing me flirtatious smiles. "Hey there," one of them purred.

Nyra smiled at Emma. Emma lives a few miles away from the Mansion. She leaves in the evening and comes back in the morning. Emma lost her father and mother in an accident. She has a younger sister to take care of. Emma is quirky and fun to work with. "I don't want to hear her yelling so early in the morning " Emma shudder with mock fear. Nyra giggles at Emma's comment and they work on the elaborate breakfast meant for Mr Hamilton. In the Hamilton mansion where Nyra is now working as a maid, Drake is standing shirtless in the huge balcony which opens from his room overlooking the nicely trimmed back yard followed by the vast thick forest extending for miles.

She liked Julie, but sometimes her words felt like they came with invisible strings. When they finally left the mall, Chelsea dropped Layla then Emma . “Buy See you tomorrow, Em. Don’t forget sunscreen.” As Emma walked to her room , her phone buzzed—a message from Connor. Did you survive mall madness? She smiled. Barely. But I think I’m ready for the lake now. Good. You’ll need it. Ethan’s “chill” trips never stay chill. Emma laughed softly to herself as she looked out the window of her room. Manatee High was starting to feel a little less like a dream and a little more like a life she was slowly finding her place in.

Emma chipped in. Eve turned towards the two womaen asking her the same question repeatedly and yelled angryly. “I said i don't know. What else do you want me to say? I came alone.”and again, Her hands played with her earrings. “Fine then.”Emma voice potrayed wrath, “Then i won't hesitate to show you that you're nothing but a dog used by the organization.” She picked her phone, dialed a number and the person picked at the first ring.

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.”

This makes her snap her attention to us, so good at always blocking me out yet add a dominant male with an edge to his tone and she’s all ears. You’re pathetic. “You believe the things she says about me?” she whimpers like a child, switching on doe eyes and blinking at him expertly. I have seen this face a million times. Her victim act and she is damned good at it. It wounds me to the core. “Emma has never lied to me and I know she never will … I met Ray Vanquis … I beat the shit out of him, and I would do it to every guy you ever let touch her.” The malice in his voice wipes away her expression instantly. Gulping back unsurely, she slowly stands.

His eyes slightly trembled. Emma was 167 centimeters tall. She had long black hair that had a natural curvature. Her facial features were small and delicate, and her features were exceptionally beautiful. Her pupils were jet black and clear. What attracted Archie the most was her red lip. It was soft and tender like the petals of a rose. If he kissed it, he would even be able to taste its fragrance.

“She deserves more than me being the only person in the world who would fight for her.” Nobody speaks. Outside the window, a cloud shifts and the light in the room changes, goes warmer for a moment, then flattens again. Lucian looks at the photograph on top of the stack. Emma at seven, standing in what looks like a school gymnasium, holding a ribbon she won for something, her expression not triumphant, just precise. Satisfied. Like she set out to do a thing and she did it. “She’s healthy now?” he asks. “Completely,” Isabella says.

Nick's arm tightened around Emma's waist. "Emma has been through more than anyone should have to endure," Eleanor said. "But she never gave up. She never stopped fighting. And now —" Eleanor raised her glass. "Now she's going to be a mother. And I know, with every fiber of my being, that she is going to be extraordinary." "To Emma," everyone said. "To Emma," Nick echoed. Emma wiped her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. Eleanor nodded. "You're welcome." ---

I hope she knows what she is actually doing. “Ryan, what’s the meaning of this?” Grandpa Miller asked with curiosity. “I'm sorry, "she continued, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “Ryan just probably wants to impress you because he thought that you might not like me. Because I am just a normal girl from a normal working-class family with no pedigree, no family fortune. I just love and care about Ryan deeply.” Grandpa Miller laughed at Emma’s words; he couldn't help it. “Ryan, how could you think that? Have I ever cared about any of that? All I have ever wanted was for you to be happy.”