Sustained Emma Chase Novels & Stories

But what disturbed me most was the neurotic smile stretching across his lips as he stared into the camera with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "Sylvia, my beautiful mate," he said, his voice unnaturally cheerful despite his horrifying appearance. "I have prepared a very special mating gift for your sister-in-law's ceremony." Before I could respond or hang up, he turned the camera away from his face, revealing a scene that made me immediately cover my mouth to suppress a wave of nausea. Emma was chained to a concrete wall in what appeared to be a basement or storage room. Her face had turned a sickly black color from untreated infections, and her entire body was a mass of bloody, fester

he holds me by the neck pushing my face right on my own vomit on the floor but suddenly other females burst into the room. “Whats going on here Emma” One of them asks as I try to free myself from her sharp nails. “See what this piece of trash has done to my new shoes” Emma cries out to them. “Take it easy on her, she doesn’t look okay, that’s no reason for you to mess up her shoes anyway” she says and hits me too, grabs me and pulls me back to my cage. “She’s cursed! We should banish her right Away!” “Yes! She must be the reason why we still don’t have an Alpha heir.”

Now watching as Aiden traced his steps back to Freya, she wondered if it was really so, or if some had escaped the massive destruction of their kind. "Emma, where have you been? We have been looking all around for you?" She asked Emma, seeing that the former wasn't acting like she would give Yodah any reply soon. Her eyes rather were on Anthony. Why was that? And who was the squirrel? "I've been with Queen Zipfarah. She had sent her granddaughter to pick me up from the cafe that day, seeing that her evil daughter might want to take me captive. Prescott is my escort. And about us communicating together, I have no idea why that is so. It just happened. I don't know why I can hear y'all communi

another asked. Pushing through the chaotic crowd, Emma rushed towards the hospital's glass entrance. She dodged microphones and elbowed her way past the throng of journalists, her eyes scanning the area frantically for hospital staff or security. Finally, she burst through the doors, escaping the cacophony outside. Inside, she rushed to the reception desk, her eyes pleading for help. "I'm here for Ryan Miller," she exclaimed, her voice louder than she had planned. Her words tumbled out with urgency, fueled by worry. "Where is he?" she pressed, her gaze locked intensely on the nurse, seeking immediate answers.

I forced the words out through the pain in my chest, but before I could finish, Celeste cut me off impatiently. "Ryan, what kind of stunt is this now? Are you ever going to stop? "Good. Die, then. Stop bothering me." As soon as she said that, a gentle, familiar male voice sounded on her end. "Celeste, my wish is for us to be together forever." It was Lester Carter. Celeste's ex-boyfriend. The man she'd never stopped loving. Celeste's impatience vanished at once. Her voice turned soft and tender. "Okay. Blow out the candles."

“Oh, come on, man. Why’d you have to bring Joanna into this conversation? It’s not my fault that the man I was charged with following had a gorgeous daughter. Plus, she provided me with all the information I needed from her father. I just hadn’t planned on him showing up when I was going down on his daughter. You were supposed to be my lookout.” I huffed in annoyance and opened the car door, frustrated with Jace’s stubbornness. It seemed like no matter how much I tried to convince him, my opinion didn’t matter. So, instead, I decided that I would have to keep Max away from him, which shouldn’t be that hard, given what happened at Salvatore’s boxing gym. The feelings I had for her were defini

Tasya begged her pitifully on the other side. "Tasya, you must give a man a present yourself in order to show your sincerity. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for me to help you." Emma was also in a difficult position. "It would be great if I could see him, but you know his whereabouts have always been mysterious. I am a small celebrity in the Civada International, except to be able to see him once during the annual ceremony. Normally, I'm afraid I won't be able to get any news about him. Emma, say something. Actually, I can't guarantee that he chose me to join the production team because he likes me. I'm very worried about whether he chose me on a whim. So, I wanted to give him a present fir

Charlie who was filled with guilt that he accepted Ivote and Grey’s orders and even thought of betraying his kind master swallowed his shame and calls to Damian. “Master!” Charlie shouted while running to Damian who turns to look at Charlie. Days passed and Damian is currently with Amelia on a little date outside of their home. Damian watches Amelia as she picks out baby clothes for their soon to be born child. They had both recently found out that the gender of their child was a boy and so, Damian offered to take Amelia on a little shopping so she could pick out clothes for their child. The public had now forgotten about the recent scandal because a certain famous celebrity was found in her

Near the corner window, Cherry sat on a bench, staring at the screen of a tablet. When she saw me, she tried to flip the tablet face down on her lap, but I caught the glow of photographs before the screen went dark. "What is that?" Cherry pulled the tablet against her chest. "Nothing, Alexander. Just... pack news feeds. Chronicler updates." "Show me." "Alex, don't..." "Show me, Cherry." Reluctantly, she turned the screen around and tapped the glass. A NEW CHAPTER: ALPHA CAMERON'S NIECE EMMA SPOTTED ON ROMANTIC DATE WITH FUTURE REGIONAL ALPHA CHARLIE AT THE MOONSTONE TERRACE

With the reckless abandon he threw things about, not to mention the very monotony of the indoor decor, I knew it was his. “Lily.” Emma, grunted, sitting up. First she blinked, then her tired eyes snapped open. She looked at me in disbelief, and the looked back at the house.. “This has to be a dream.” Emma muttered. “What the fuck are we doing in Chase's house?!” She screamed. “He was supposed to take us home after you passed out,” I tried explaining. Emma forced herself up from the seat and was already packing her things ready to tear the door open when Chase resurfaced, with his hands up in the air.