The Promised Neverland Emma X Norman Novels & Stories

Even though Emma's eyes were blurry, she could feel Callum was worried about her. "Yes, Emma. I'm here, I'm here waiting for you, darling." Callum then kissed the top of Emma's head to express his happiness. "Cal, don't leave me. Don't leave me no matter what happens. Never leave me, promise me, Cal." "Yes, Emma, I promise you I will never leave you. I'm sorry for forcing my will. From now on, I will never force anything on you." "You must not break your promise. Your promise has been recorded by the Goddess of the Moon."

One offered her water. “Thank you,” Alina said. He hesitated, then nodded, as if surprised she still used courtesy. She drank slowly, savoring the coolness. The well stones were worn smooth by generations of hands. Lives lived and ended without ever knowing the Ember Crown existed. She wondered what it meant that her truth now belonged to them. They resumed riding. The capital rose ahead by noon, stone walls catching the light. Flags hung slack, colors muted by dust. The gates opened without fanfare.

I’m sweating like crazy, working over everything, emotionally, mentally, and physically, but I push on. I’ll go to that dance tomorrow night. Show everyone who I am, who I used to be. I don’t need a date at all. I’m PA Emma and I was always happy to stand alone with my chin held high. There will be plenty of people I know there. All the staff from sixty-fifth, Margo, Wilma, Rosalie, Leila. I miss Leila. Jake’s childhood friend and my ally when he took me on his family boat for a week.

like coming home? Emma stared at her reflection and whispered the words that had been echoing in her dreams: "Fifteen years." Today. It's been exactly fifteen years since the dream started. Fifteen years since... "No," Emma said out loud. "Dreams aren't real. Golden-eyed boys don't keep impossible promises." But what if they do? What if he kept his promise? What if Adrian Cross is... Emma's phone buzzed with another text, this one from an unknown number: I told you I'd find you, Emma. See you at 9.

Mia's eyes fell on her hand before she placed hers forward, her shoulders relaxing a bit and a small tiny smile pulling at her lips as she said, "Nice to meet you." I couldn't help but look at her, watching as she acted like her kind innocent self; Natalie is something else really, sometimes too perfect to be true. We both are poles apart and opposites may attract for awhile, that's for sure. But at some point, though, wouldn't you be tired of those who are on a different page than you. Eventually, wouldn't she want someone on the same page as hers? I shook the thought away for now, trying to focus on something else as Emma came to a stop beside me, her anger seemed to have subdued for now,

In the air, the cold Italian wind blew in from outside, making her hair flutter in the wind softly—a look without dead corners, doll-like white skin, and soft pink lips. Emma squatted down and spoke softly to Carla. "I promise you, after we leave this mansion, I will live with you. Okay?" Carla looked at Emma. Her body was like a gentle stream of water flowing through, both comfortable and warm. In Carla's eyes, Emma is like a fairy coming out of a fairy tale. The girl nodded once. Raise her little finger, say. "Promise?" Emma smiled slightly, holding up her little finger as she promised. "I promise."

Randi rushed forward and shielded Emma in his arms, "You can go, but I hope you keep your promise and can not kill the dog after you get what you want." ------------

He opens his eyes and shakes his head to rid his mind of the scene Jeremiah and he had walked in on. Except it didn’t totally work as he opens the door and can still see Emma lying on that chaise with Nathan holding her hands above her head while Norman was forcing his legs between hers and the way he looked up at them with her blood dripping from his fangs and a smirk on his lips as he positioned himself over her more.

"Yes, sweetheart. You can run and have as much fun as you want." "Promise?" His big sparkling eyes looked into hers fondly. "Pinky promise," Emma replied and kissed the top of his head. Every bad situation, every sorrow withered when he looked up at her with his beautiful innocent eyes. He was her only source of happiness in this world ༻❁༺

“This isn’t about the baby. This is about control, and I’m done playing your game.” He stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “You want to fight, Emma? Fine. But you’re coming to Aspen whether you like it or not.” --- **Ethan’s POV** Emma’s defiance was both infuriating and… admirable. I’d underestimated her resilience, but I couldn’t afford to let her rebellion derail my plans. The threats from Damian and Delilah had escalated, and I needed her away from New York. As the private jet ascended into the clouds, Emma sat across from me, her arms crossed, her gaze fixed out the window. The tension between us was palpable, but I couldn’t bring myself to break the silence.