The Promised Neverland Emma X Norman Novels & Stories

💊 Alex's POV 💊 "Why..... I mean how did all dis happen?" I asked surprised. "My plan worked" Emma said. "What plan?" I asked. "You need to promise me you'll not make the same mistake you made the last time, if I tell you about my plan, you have to promise me you'll always do everything I tell you." "Yeah, I promise, so what's your plan?" "I poisoned William Sanders." Emma said. "What?" Jasmine and I exclaimed.

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.

Before I could even say anything, my best friend, Clara Goodwin, who was standing next to me, snapped, "Karli, Isabelle has gone way too far! Everyone knows that this brooch is meant to be a gift for you this evening. Yet, she took it away from you. I'm going to get it back for you!" I reached out and pulled her back, shaking my head slightly. "Forget it." Now that things had come to this, it was no longer necessary to fight for anything. I lifted my eyes and looked toward Douglas Sullivan and Isabelle Sullivan. Isabelle had linked her arms with his, resting her head against his shoulder in an intimate manner. Instead of pushing her away, Douglas raised his hand and stroked her hair gently.

“It’s a little too late for that, Ms. Livingston. But let me assure you, you are quite all right. All of your body parts are where they should be. In fact, they are put together quite nicely.” “Ugh!” Emma groaned, disgusted. It was bad enough that his crusty hands had held her through the flashing. “Don’t even start, Namirha, I didn’t bargain for that! Let’s just find my daughter, shall we?” “Pity, we could actually make a grand family, the three of us,” he mused aloud. “I could rule the world, and the two of you could sit around and watch me.” Ignoring him at this point, Emma walked away towards what looked like a clearing. She recognized that they were on flattened ground, but all around h

Growing. Emma laughing at both of us. "You two are ridiculous. It is just game." "Just game? JUST GAME?" Alex and I said together. Horrified. Offended. "Okay okay. Not just game. Very important game. Life or death game." "Better." Emma looked at all of us. Smiling. Content. Happy. Thinking something. "What?" I asked. "Just... this. This is everything I ever wanted and never thought I would have. Family. Love. Chaos. Normal. I never had normal. Never had stable. Never had this."

IF YOU STILL HAVE PROBLEMS, LET ME KNOW AND I WILL TRY TO HELP YOU AS MUCH AS I CAN. EMMA

Henry saw her frightened look and sighed deeply, his rage slowly evaporating from his mind, he stood from his place and then stood beside Emma. “I will try my best to give our child a normal, ordinary life with a loving and happy family.” He promised and Emma stared at him in disbelief. The sincerity in his eyes and in his voice was totally genuine. She felt like an emotion had twisted her heart, likeness or sympathy for Henry, she held his hand and pulled him closer to her, “Promise me… The child will never suffer no matter what…” Henry nodded his head and promised, “I promise.” Taking his sincere promise, Emma felt too emotional and burst into crying, Henry held her closer, her face pressi

Emma's mother approached, trying to pry her daughter off my leg where she'd attached herself again. "Come on, sweetheart. We need to go home." "No!" Emma's grip tightened. "I want to stay with Vera!" "Emma –" "It's okay," I said, kneeling down to Emma's level despite the pull on my injured arm. "You need to go with your mommy now. But I promise, when this is all over, you can come visit me. We can have tea and cookies. How does that sound?" Emma's bottom lip trembled. "You promise?"

"We turn Dr. Chen. We destroy the hunters. We build an alliance that actually works. And we give Grace the childhood she deserves." "Promise?" "Promise. Emma, I've broken promises before—" Pain flashed across both our faces. "But this one I'll keep. On my life. On Grace's future. I will build her a safe world." "We will," Emma corrected. "Together." "Together," I confirmed. "Always together." Grace stirred between us, making a small sound. Emma smiled—a real smile, fragile but genuine—and touched our daughter's cheek. "One day at a time," she said quietly.