The Guest Book Emma Cline Novels & Stories

She answers she gets up and we quickly make our way out the door and we head down the street to the little diner on the corner. ____ I walk in we go to a booth and sit down, Emma across from me. I pull out the envelope and I start fiddling with it on the table. "Are you thinking about it?" Emma asks looking at the envelope and I nod. "I don't know if I should but something is telling me to open it." I answer and she nods. "How was last night?" I teased tilting my head and she scoffed waving at me. "He couldn't even find my clit nevertheless get me off. He left and I finished myself." She explained and I grimaced.

she asked curiously, her eyes were scanning on Elena, trying to gather many information of her financial abilities to pay the meals in that café. Elena nodded. “Emma Smithson.” The front desk woman, again, curled her forehead, “Are you sure?” she hesitantly asked. Elena sighed, then she nodded again. The woman cleared her throat. “May I repeat again? Emma Smithson, E-M-M-A S-M-…?” Elena impatiently took the book on the desk that the woman read, she scanned the name and pointed at Emma Smithson name on the book. “There you are.” She saw the woman gulped, “Lady, I don’t have much time to compete with your spelling bee contest.”

Julia said and Emma was thankful she changed the subject. "I did, too, except for the ending. It wasn't realistic to me." "I was okay with it. I wonder what's taking everyone so long to get here." "I don't know, but I need to leave in an hour." Julia frowned but didn't say anything else. Emma's gaze went out the window again. She once again saw a familiar figure. She gasped. "Are you okay?" "Yes, I just think I saw someone I knew." "Really?" Emma rose and used the back door to the bookstore to get a better look. Yes. It was who she thought it was. She called his name. When he turned she gasped again. "You."

The penthouse was chaotic—Emma was two years old now, a toddler tornado of energy. "Uncle Marcus!" Emma shrieked, running into my legs. I picked her up. "Hey, monster." Emma looked at Claire. She narrowed her eyes—the Noah West glare. "Who's dat?" "This is Claire," I said. "She's my friend." Claire didn't try to charm her. She didn't use a baby voice. She just crouched down. "I like your dinosaur shirt," Claire said. "I made a mug with a dinosaur on it once. It looked like a potato, though."

I glanced at Kai, hoping for support, but his eyes were fixed on Emma, a mix of surprise and something else I couldn’t place. I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms. Emma had won this round, but I wouldn’t accept defeat easily. She might have his attention now, but I had years of loyalty and shared nights with Kai. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. **** EMMA'S POV The shock on Pamela's face was extremely legible, her jaw dropping softly as I made my way into the huge hall of guests. Brushing the hem of the mermaid gown Madeline had suggested I wear, I smiled softly and gave a light wave to the crowd of distinguished pack members.

Maddox know each other to the point of an unspoken hatred between them? Emma departed from the restaurant, her footsteps laden with the burden of culpability. Glancing at her wristwatch, she noted that it was nearly 9 pm, and the chilly night air chilled her skin, causing her to shiver. As she exited the restaurant, she surveyed her surroundings before stepping away, waiting for a cab to arrive. A sleek Bentley pulled up before her, its windows rolling down to unveil Lucas, the driver. Emma's throat constricted at the sight of him; she had presumed he had departed already.

Seeing someone else's belongings where Claire had once spent her days felt wrong. She quietly wiped away a tear before continuing down the hallway. "It still feels like she's going to walk through that door." The quiet comment came from one of the receptionists no one answered because everyone was thinking exactly the same thing. Emma stopped outside Claire's office, clutching a folder tightly against her chest. She stared through the glass for several long seconds before pushing the door open just enough to step inside. Everything smelled faintly of Claire's vanilla hand cream. Emma's eyes immediately filled with tears. She walked over to the desk and gently ran her fingertips across its po

Emma felt her heart race as they reached the entrance. “Do you think anyone is inside?” Emma whispered. “The only way to find out is to go in and check who the anonymous is,” Mrs. Williams replied. She pushed the door, and it gave a creaking sound. They stepped inside the thick and dusty air welcomed them in. “Hello?” Emma called, her voice echoing in the space. Fear gripped Emma's heart as she sighted an image approaching, a man, tall and rugged, with a familiar face that sent a chill down Emma’s spine. “I’m glad you came,” he said, his tone calm yet unsettling.

I looked up to see Kyan pulling out one of the leather chairs from the table, whilst resting some sort of velvet cloth on top of it. “Oh hi, sorry I was just reading something”. He eyed up the book, looking curious as he sat down. “Looks old, what is it?” he asked, whilst unravelling the cloth. “It’s a journal… a journal by Emma, actually. Your father gave it to me”. “Ah, Emma. Didn’t know she kept a journal”. “She was the first human to live here, right?” “That’s right”. “You remember her?” “I remember her, she was around for quite some time”.

The elevator reached the ground floor, and we all stepped out into the marble-floored lobby. After exiting the building, everyone took their own vehicles. I drove toward the Silvercliff Pack House, my thoughts swirling with the day's events—Ethan's coldness, Olivia's confidence, and now Emma's unexpected eagerness to see me. At the Silvercliff Pack House, I found Emma waiting eagerly in the entrance hall. The little girl ran forward, arms outstretched. "Mom!" I knelt to ruffle her hair, my wolf Cora purring with maternal affection. Then I noticed her worried gaze.