Novel & Cerita Tokyo Revengers Emma

she stammered. “Okay, kiddo. Let’s head on in. No more thinking about the A-man before bed. Thank you for taking good care of her during training. I don’t see a scratch on her at all. But I do see a couple of scrapes on you, Kemuel,” Emma observed, scrutinizing his arms and chest. “I must say, I’m rather amused. Looks like my little girl kicked your butt.” “As I said, she has shown quite a talent for the sword and fighting,” Kemuel replied flatly.

Yesterday she had overheard that tonight, Callum and Derek would return to the den after their long encounter with the rough on the border. "Emma, what are you doing?" Sarah had seen Emma unsettled and looking agitated. "N-nothing," Emma intertwined her fingers. "Okay, aren't you ready to welcome Alpha Callum and Derek back?" "Ready?" "Yeah, at least clean up before they go home." Emma realized that her appearance was very messy. She hadn't showered yet because she was nervous about meeting Callum after a week of separation. And the dress she was wearing was a faded maid uniform. "Mrs. Helsinki," Emma suddenly wanted something she used to hate so much.

They started moving again. "You said she looks familiar?" They were talking in quieter tones now, they probably didn't want their boss to hear them. "Yes, you won't believe it. It's crazy," the third voice said. "Who is she?" "I'm not sure, but she looks so much like Hope," the voice said. I was shocked that he recognized me, I wouldn't recognize myself if I stared in the mirror. "Hope? As in the Hope Embers that died in the assassination with her father?" He and the others laughed.

Emma. Fuck!

Then— Emma: That bad, huh? Should I send rescue reinforcements? I’ve got a flashlight and a skateboard. I can be there in five. I laughed under my breath, sinking against the headboard. Me: Only if you’re okay jumping a security gate. Emma: You underestimate my athletic skills. Me: Didn’t you almost fall trying to roast a marshmallow last night? Emma: That fire was too aggressive. It lunged first. I bit my lip, grinning. I could still see her — hair glowing orange from the fire, wearing that lavender dress. The way she’d smiled right before I kissed her.

The scent of vanilla was replaced by something cleaner, something that belonged to the shadows of this house. Emma stepped into the room. She was wearing a silk jacket over her nightgown, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She looked small in the darkness, but the energy rolling off her was pure radiation. "What happened, Reign?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and something that sounded suspiciously like heartbreak. "Why did you go to her?" I turned slowly, a slow, cruel smirk spreading across my face. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to puncture the bubble of satisfaction she’d been floating in since she left the study.

~Emma~ The woman who barged into the room unannounced was wearing a plunging sexy red top. She rushed to Alpha Jett's side and grabbed his arms possessively, rubbing her exposed cleavage against him. She gave me a glaring look, eyeing me from head to toe as if appraising me physically. I smiled and introduced myself to her. "Hello, my name is Emma. I'm the healer hired to cure Alpha Jagger." "I'm Shirley, Alpha Jett's chosen mate," Shirley said, smiling brightly.

Rex hugged Emma again. "I want you to take care of it right now! My revenge must be exacted. You know that, right?" "I'll help you, Emma! But just one more thing, never do that to me again!" "What?" Rex smiled and gave her a mysterious look. "Are you sure you want to know, Emma?" "Yes, what?" "You have to..."

"I don't know if we'll ever really be free. But I know Victoria has to die. For Carmen. For Bull. For everyone she's killed. And if doing it gets us out from under the Bratva, that's a bonus." Em looked at me. Really looked at me. Searching my face for something. "What?" I asked. "I'm trying to see if you're still in there," Em said. "The man I fell in love with. The man who protected people. Not the man who kills for debts and revenge." "I'm still here," I said. "Are you?" Em challenged. "Because right now, all I see is anger. And grief. And a desire for blood." "Is that wrong?" I asked. "After everything Victoria's done? After watching her execute Carmen in front of us? After watching Rook

His hand reached out, but I flinched. “I’m not asking you to trust me,” he said, standing slowly. “I’m asking you to fight, With me, Not against me.” I didn’t reply. My eyes landed on the broken phone on the floor. And I realized something,I wasn’t crying anymore. The fire inside was still burning. “And what's going on over there?” I heard Camila's voice, sharp and sassy, I hated her for being clumsy.