The Promised Neverland Emma X Norman Novels & Stories

I had made fun of her telling her she must think she was going to prom. Leaving the nail shop I called the guy that did all of our tattoos, he said he would fit us in if we hurried up there. Brooke and I were no stranger to tattoos, we both had a couple between us. Sam's shop was always busy, and when we pulled up I was amazed at the people that sat in their waiting. Brooke went first, Sam freehanded everything he did so it didn't take long for him to finish her up.

“Stop teasing her, before she turns bad,” “she’s already bad,” “You’re right,” Clay agrees with him and I pout “Guys, I’m not bad” Ace chuckles. “You can go to the mall, Emma, but you have to be back before 12.” “Thanks, Sir,” I say, getting up and him “Oh, here’s my card, use it.” Clay hands me his card but I refused it “no, I can’t,” “You don’t have a choice,” he says, leaving no room for an argument

Emma’s hair suddenly started turning white, growing till it began to sweep the ground. Her claws had become sharp from her training. Now they started to grow longer. This was not a battle that they could win and they knew. But death was their portion, and Emma was the messenger. Emma charged towards them, slitting their throat like a trained swordsman. She didn’t give them the chance to see her coming. Immediately, their bodies fell to the ground, with blood all over the ground. “ASKARI! Come and pick your children!” Emma said with a loud voice, as she wiped their blood from her hands.

I'm a very generous person and I know how to keep my promises. Ever since I escaped from the prison I come out every night time just to search for Hennesy, I have turned this whole city upside down and still, there is no sign of Hennesy in this city which is almost driving me crazy, I have stalked their house at night and even stalked Emma’s house and yet no sign of Hennesy. I was finally able to get information from one of the guards working at Emma’s parent's mansion and I was told that nobody has seen Hennesy for the past months which mean one thing, on that day that Emma told her to run, she left that day and has never come back

But then I remembered Esme, and my smile faltered knowing she's the worst person when it comes to throwing tantrums and accusations Emma seemed to sense my unease, and her expression turned serious. "Gabe, I know about Esmeralda," she said quietly. “And I know you wouldn't want her seeing us like this knowing how she can be." Emma said. I froze, wondering how much she knew. But Emma just smiled sadly and continued. "I also know that you don't love her, not like you should. But it doesn't still change the fact that I came here to look for my kids and not to play mate snatcher" she said.

"So you must have had quite a nice childhood then?" Lylah's eyes drifted away, a hint of nostalgia flickering across her face. "Well, it wasn't bad... I had a perfectly normal life. My best friend was Shay - sweetest girl I ever knew. However things took a bad turn when, against my wish, my father promised me in marriage to Cormac, the Alpha's son." There was a hint of regret in her voice now. However, Kael's eyebrows shot up, his eyes wide with surprise. He didn't seem to observe the sadness in his mother's voice.

A room of killers, traitors, rulers of blood and shadow. The Moretti Mafia. My new family. They turned. Looked. Stared. At me. The whispers began. “So that’s her...” “The Wolf Bride...” “The American heiress...” Their hunger was very obvious. Like wolves scenting a bleeding doe. Nero smiled. “She’s exquisite, isn’t she?” His voice cut through the murmurs. “Mine. Body and soul. The final bond of our bloodlines.” A glass clinked. A toast was raised.

Sam. Ronan’s eyes snapped up, “Answer it, keep him on the line.” Emma swallowed hard and pressed the button. She put the call on speaker. “Sam.” She said, keeping her voice steady. A slow chuckle echoed from the other end, “Ah Emma, I was beginning to wonder if you missed me.” Her fingers tightened around the phone, “We’re done playing your twisted games, I’m coming to get my kids.” Sam laughed, the sound low and mocking, “That’s adorable and tell me, dear Emma, just how do you plan to do that?”

Not cold mansions and ruthless men. She deserved a father who would love her. Not one who saw her as a trophy or bargaining chip, like Damian—only showing up when it suited him. And she deserved a mother who wouldn’t crumble like this. But I was folding—for her. The next morning, Emma was the first to break the silence. “Are we going on an adventure?” she asked, blinking up at me with sleepy eyes when she saw the pile of boxes stacked near the door. I smiled, brushing a loose lock of hair from her face. “Maybe,” I said softly. “There might be ponies, too.”

The Promise- The Toy Craig is huffing as he run as fast as he could. He's late and who knows what would happen if he doesn't enter the gate before seven o'clock. He woke up late and it's all thanks to his horny neighbors. Ah fuck! Not there Craig! Remembering what he heard last night still makes his cheeks burn. If only he's not out of budget hell immediately find a new place to stay but unfortunately, he's broke and asking for money to his father is never an option.