Spider-man X Emma Frost Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

He snaps shaking his head, I shake my head “No it’s not that, he’s different but it’s a good different, there bond is beyond anything i've ever felt before and her emotions were bigger than anything i've ever felt before. It’s good just scary how everything feels for her. It’s so raw and real her emotions are so big” I tell him, he purges his lips “With great power comes great responsibility” I roll my eyes “She’s not Spider-Man drake jezz” I snap, he chuckles shaking his head

"What the hell" Emma screamed as she threw her phone at the wall. The entire internet was plastered with images of Xavier and Jessica having a good time. At first, it was of them in Aurora Haven and now they were back in Chiachester and it seemed like they were still on a date. Emma had always thought that their relationship could be a sort of contract because how was it that she went into a marriage without knowing him? She hated that it seemed like Jessica was higher than her now. She wanted so much to pull her down. She picked up her phone from the ground. Luckily for her, it was still usable after the fall.

"We will visit. Or I will rather, if they don't." "Thanks Freya." Emma muttered, smiling weakly, before getting up on her feet. "I am a bit tired and sleepy. I think my bed calleth onto me." "Go knock yourself out. You need it." Yodah said, a short smile on his lips. During the short time spent together with Emma, he had come her as a girl whom he can relate very well with, just like Freya. Well, they both look alike though, and talk the same way.

THIRD PERSON A few days later Emma decides that she has been invading Amelia’s space for too long even though Amelia wasn’t complaining, now thanks to Odette she doesn’t have the limited hearing that she used to so she could hear the whispered complaints of some of the guards as they did their rounds wanting their freedom to do as they wished back. Just as Emma is heading to the hangar to move on, she is grabbed and pulled back into one of the window alcoves. Emma doesn’t get a chance to react as her arms are twisted and pinned to her lower back as she is pushed and pinned to the wall. The male vampire behind her pushes his body more firmly into her back, making her feel his excitement as he

Emma Pov "Emma please wait!" I heard Tristan distance call for me to stop but I kept on walking. I didn't bother to get into the car, I kept walking to who knows where. I was feeling really cold because I was wet. "Emma." Tristan hand grabbed me by my shoulder and spun me around. "Look at me. Tell me what's wrong, I'm here for you. I looked into his moonlit eyes and sighed. "I-i have never done it before, or have I touched a man down there." I manage to say in a low tone, feeling embarrassed.

Emma turned, her hands trembling, the voice seemed familiar, tugging at the edges of her memory, but the swirling haze made it impossible to see. The ground beneath her feet was uneven, littered with shards of glass, chunks of debris, and the scorched remains of what once were lives. "Emma!" The voice called her name again and this time, it was sharper and more desperate. She squinted, her eyes burning from the smoke, through the haze, she could make out a figure, a man, his silhouette outlined by flickering flames, it was Jaxon. "Jaxon." She screamed, her voice raw with panic, she tried to move toward him, but her legs felt like lead, the closer she got, the farther away he seemed.

Kind of timeless, like you. Another pause. Then— Emma: You’re flirting, Adler. Me: Maybe. Emma: Bold of you to assume I don’t flirt back. Me: Is that a promise? Emma: Depends. Are you always this charming after torture-level family events? Me: Only when I text you. I let the phone rest on my chest, smiling like an idiot. It had been a while since anything felt easy. Around Emma, it always did. No expectations. No performance. Just breathing — real, simple, calm.

The kiss was fierce and possessive, and Emma's eyes flashed with anger, but for a moment, she didn't push me away. I inserted my tongue into her mouth sucking the soft full lips. I was caught off guard by her knee into my groin, followed by a punch to my jaws, so hard I thought they had fallen off. "What the fuck!" I groaned as the pain shot through my body and my anger flared. I grabbed her wrist twisting them behind her back. She cried out in pain as I slammed her against the wall. "You think you can hurt me and get away with it?" I snarled, my face inches from hers. "You are mine now, Emma and you will do as I say or you will suffer the consequences."

Perhaps it was time for me to pay a visit to Jenkins Empire. But one question continued to bother me; why wasn't Freya picking up her calls? ***** Emma's POV I wanted to go to my apartment, but I had to see Ambrose first. I needed him to hurry up with his part. Freya needed to be eliminated, and I was willing to do anything to make that happen. I had never killed before, but I didn't mind starting with Freya, as long as Michael returned to me. "Emma, what brings you to my home? I don't entertain visitors after 6 pm," Ambrose said. I closed my eyes, trying to be strong and not let the tears fall.

“We were paid to have fun with you. After that, we dump you. You’ll survive. You might even enjoy it. Look at you—you’re already trembling. Your body’s craving it.” Emma shook her head wildly, tears springing to her eyes. No… no, no, no… Her gaze landed on a shard of broken glass glinting faintly in the corner. With trembling fingers, she snatched it up and pressed it against her throat. “I’ll slit my neck if you take another step!” The men paused, then exchanged amused looks. “You think we’re scared of that?” Feng sneered. Emma’s hand shook violently, but she pressed harder. “I swear I will!”