The Murder Of Emma Walker Novelas e Histórias

Her manicured hands clutched at the hospital sheets. Mark stepped forward from behind the officers. His face was grey with fury and grief. "James Wilson gave us a recording device," he said, his voice shaking. "We've heard everything you said, Emma. Everything." Every cruel word was there, preserved in digital clarity. Emma ordering my death. Emma laughing about her fake kidney disease. Emma mocking Mark's blind devotion. James, the criminal who had killed me, smirked from between two officers. He pointed to Emma's designer handbag, discarded in the corner.

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

As from now on, I would be the one deciding things for the benefit of us all, and the first thing was to have him removed from our lives. Because no matter how much I tried to brush it off my mind, I think he is connected to Kael’s death, as I found something at the crime scene—something that could implicate Emma if it was seen. That's why I tried to pin it on the humans, trying to disguise it as an attack from us. I knew Emma couldn't have gone back there, and neither could her father have done such. It’s only Alex, as this wasn't going to be his first massacre, although he claimed the first one was because of his mate's death.

I walked to Emma's body and said, "Emma is my first ever friend i got when i moved here. She was always kind to me. Even though I didn't deserve it, she still wanted to protect me. And for that, I loved her with all my heart. Even after everything that happened, she made sure that I wasn't alone. Now she's gone, just like everyone else I knew. My whole world changed a few months ago, and even with all of this, I couldn't stop thinking about her. It's hard not to, considering everything she's done for me. But now, I'm stuck. Everyone thinks she killed herself, and there's nothing anyone can do about it." I laid down next to Emma's body, placing my hand over hers. I closed my eyes for a second

Silence An eerie silence crept inside the four walls as soon as Damien revealed the biggest secret of his life that he so badly wanted to take along with him to his grave. For sure, he had pledged to never let Emma know about it but today he himself committed this crime. His eyes were glued on her wide teary ones that not for once blinked. Emmaline was in a trance, a shock that would definitely take her an eternity to overcome. Damien watched her with bated breath, waiting for her to pounce on him, claw him, skin him alive. He was prepared, after all, no child can see the murderer of his parents alive and here, he not only told her everything but also doubled his punishment by chaining her.

Derek shot up from his chair and began to stroll frantically, his heart breaking as he repeated Lucille’s statement in his mind. Emma was a werewolf. How hadn’t he seen that? Why hadn’t she had a scent? He wasn’t the only one with those thoughts though. Almost everyone in the pack had seen Emma, and they didn’t need any other person to tell them that Emma was one of Sheila’s daughters. That one was a spitting image of Sheila. They couldn’t believe either that they had treated the daughter of their best warrior that way.

The cold metal of the gun pressed against my forehead, I could hear the sound of my heart in my ears and I was sure it could to. His hand shook slightly but I could see the determination to kill me in his eyes. He kept staring at me, slowly pulling the rigger and I just wanted him to get over with it and let me die. The suspense was killing me. “This is it, Emma,” he spoke up, that should smirk still on his lips. “You couldn’t stayed alive but you wanted to get to the bottom of things so bad. Damien will pay for what he did, and so will you!”

“Questions keep love, remembrance, and becoming alive.” Emma closed her eyes. Every step returned to her. Every impossible threshold. Every silence. Every contradiction. Every heartbeat. Nothing had been wasted. Nothing had asked to be forgotten. The First Walker waited patiently until she opened her eyes again. “What happens now?” she asked. He looked ahead. “Now you walk.” Emma smiled. “I've been walking this whole time.” “Yes.” He nodded gently. “But until now, you believed someone else had already chosen the path.” Silence. Emma understood.

“You robbed the gang Paulo. Why? If you needed some money why didn’t you approach me and talk to me about it? You took some money from my safe, money kept for an important project. You sure do have a death wish which I can grant you. Why ain’t you saying anything? I said to Paulo. “What do you want me to say? Beg you? No way. I rather die than beg a beast like you” “Be.. beast? Me? Good grief. He called me beast. Wanna see how beasts behave? You stole from me and without being remorseful, you called me a beast? No injury on your body will hurt you but let’s see how you’ll feel watching your lover die” I pointed my gun again at Emma leaving Paulo scared. “Don’t shoot her! Paulo yelled “You’re

Audrey asked as she fold her hands with a specific face of confusion. "Could that help!?" Emma's voice sounded from the outside. While Audrey pulled everything that she was thinking and ran out of the house. • • • "What, what the fuck are you doing!?" Audrey asked out of surprise when she arrived at outside just to discover that Emma was trying to carry the dead body of the person she killed. "Can you just help without asking a question" Emma replied. While Audrey placed her hand in her waists as she looks at Emma silently. "What...?" Emma asked her following the way she was staring at her.