Novel & Cerita Tokyo Revengers Emma

“Wait…what did you mean earlier, when you said you’d seen my picture?” Emma turned to her, eyes wide and innocent. “Oh! You’re part of the wellness center’s program page, right? The rehab division. And Rhett Voss is, well…” she shrugged lightly. “Kind of a big deal. I follow the Callum Blades, and I saw the campaign photos last year. You were in one.” Juno blinked. “Right,” she said slowly. “And,” Emma continued, tone turning just a touch curious, “you were his rehab specialist, right? I read that somewhere. What happened?”

Steven and Amelia’s expressions became somber. Was Emma the seer they wanted to find? That means that she must have had an encounter with the Scarlett Witch. What did she tell her? Why did she come to them on her own accord? Unanswered questions gripped both of them in tight clutches. They entered the ward with serious bearing. “Alphas, forgive my rudeness from before. I, Emma Thornton, pay my respects to the Leader Steven and Alpha Amelia of the Silver Crescent Pack.” Emma formally introduced herself and bowed politely to show her loyalty.

Serena simply smirked. “This isn’t just revenge, Emma.” She tapped the phone again. “This is justice.”

Though she pretended to be a saint in front of the whole family she was the worst nightmare in Valencia’s life. She had an affair with Valencia's mate. Emma always harms herself and tells everyone that it's Valencia who did it. She can't stand her presence. Valencia was as beautiful as Snowwhite. And her long mid thigh strawberry blonde hair, sky blue eyes. She was the most beautiful girl in the Blood Moon Pack. After she came back to her pack Emma lost her identity. Now she hasn't the power she used to have when Valencia wasn't there. So Emma despised her. And to get rid of her she hired someone to kill her. And she succeeded too.

“And when we’re done? Oh, we aired him out properly. I want the whole world watching when his little perfect image crashes. No mercy, no filter.” I felt that same fire spark back up in my chest raw, familiar, dangerous. The kind that kept me alive behind bars. The same heat that had me acting wild and outta pocket in that VIP room earlier. Revenge wasn’t some cute little fantasy no more… it was survival. Emma grinned, that lethal, street-smart smile spreading across her face. “Say less,” she said, eyes lit. “Weekdays? We turned that into straight war rooms…Now we gonna operate on dirty shifts.”

Emma stepped out and looked around, she saw me and began running. One of the warriors stepped in between and she was hauled to a stop. ”What the hell!” She screamed and tried walking around him. ”Selene?” I looked at Damien, it was my first reaction. My eyes then shifted to Emmas, my lips parted but I didn't know what to say. ”What’s going on, do I have to perform some ritual in order to see my friend?” She snapped and looked at the warriors with narrowed eyes. I giggled and felt a comforting warmth flood my body. Emma hadn't changed, not in the slightest and it felt oddly good to see.

"Emma can be brought here. To the facility. To the advanced medical chamber. We can monitor her reversal process. We can manage her pain. But it will take weeks. And activation is in twenty-two hours." "So we save Emma and lose the other one hundred ninety-nine," Marcus said. "Possibly," Wei said. "Or we save the one hundred ninety-nine and let Emma complete her enhancement." It was an impossible choice. Save family or save the masses. The same choice Elizabeth had made. The same choice that had led to her death. Leo looked at Vasquez. "Where is Emma?" he demanded. "London," Vasquez said. "St. James Medical Facility. She is in Room 47. Alone. Suffering. Waiting for someone to love her enough

He didn't question who Emma was, and instead asked, "Where's Jessica? I haven't seen your wife since I returned." Feeling instantly uncomfortable, I hesitated, but before I could answer, Emma stepped forward and spoke up. "Hello, Father. My name is Emma, daughter of Dominick Reyes, the Alpha of the Passeri Pack. I'm Keagan's fiancée." Evan, my father, looked stunned upon hearing Emma introduce herself. For a few seconds, he didn't speak, and I waited to gauge his reaction. His eyes darted between me and Emma before he hummed, seemingly satisfied. A broad, happy smile spread across his face as he walked over to me, patting my shoulders.

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.

"Jack Reynolds broke your heart and publicly humiliated you. Now you hold his career in your hands. That's a complex dynamic, Emmy." "I'm aware." Emma straightened papers that didn't need straightening. "But I won't make decisions based on revenge."