Total Drama Emma Novels & Stories

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

Emma's voice said at the other end. I had almost hanged up when I heard her speak up again "please just hear what I have to say and I promise I'll leave you alone" When I didn't answer she said again "I’m outside your office and I’m coming in" just then my office door opened. Emma came in, looking even more stressed than me, the dark circles around her eyes showed perfectly, her hair unkept and dull, she wore a faded jean and chiffon shirt which showed her white bra and the top of her breast.

"I keep thinking about the message: 'You should have stayed gone.' It’s not just a threat. It’s a warning." He sat up, rubbing his eyes. "We’re safe. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you." "It’s not me I’m worried about," she whispered. "It’s what they’ll do to stop me." Jake crossed the room, taking her hands. "You’re not alone in this anymore." The next morning, Emma returned to the city for a scheduled interview with a major news network. It would be her first televised appearance since resurfacing. She wore a sleek black blazer, minimal makeup, and her natural curls tied back. Her presence was unshakable.

“I just want to make her sweat. This is the only way I know how.” “Well,” I add, directing my voice toward Emma again, “considering every single person in this room—besides me and Drake—depends on those reports to get paid, you’d think you’d make them a priority. They cook your food, clean your house, wash your clothes, care for your son… and plenty more.” Emma’s eyes scan the room. The air practically crackles with tension. Every gaze is on her, every stare sharp enough to cut. “I… I’m… oh gosh… well, I’m sorry,” she stammers. “If I had the info I’ve asked for—repeatedly—I could’ve finished. But I don’t, so I haven’t.”

“Emma…” Her chest tightened. Emma was normal. Ordinary. And maybe that was exactly what Diana needed, someone untouched by the shadows. Someone who saw her as nothing but a woman, not a witch. “Yes,” Diana whispered. “I’ll be yours.” Emma’s face lit up, relief and joy spilling over in her smile. She leaned in, forehead pressing against Diana’s as the waves hissed against the shore. And in her mind, Emma thought fiercely, Good. She believes. She has no idea who I really am.

If that dream showed Emma's experiences, something must have happened during her time on the show. And that baby! Could Emma have been pregnant during the competition? I looked at the card by my bed - was this her clue? While everyone else was busy practicing, I went to find Henry alone. He seemed to expect me, casually gesturing toward the couch. "I'm guessing you're here about Emma Wilson?" I nodded, accepting the juice he offered. "Emma died several months ago. She killed herself." "They said the show's pressure was too much, she got depressed, and had an accident soon after leaving."

oh my god Cable stop thinking dirty about this girl she is just an annoying journalist ". Cable finally removed his hand from Emma's lips when she started to take a deep breath. "what the f*** was that why you just pulled me in the men's toilet". She shouted Cable now smirked to see Emma uncomfortable and started to tease her. "You started first I should take revenge. " Emma oh my God! I did not know Mr King Campbell the famous Idol is a low-key pervert. “Cable smirk "oh! am pervert hu? then I should do what perverts do *smirk*". Cable again stepped toward Emma most probably to scare her. "Mr. Ki-king Cable, what are you trying to do?? stop right there. I am warning you I know judo." Cab

Jerome said and this was it, Emma couldn’t take the pain anymore. She held her chest tightly and fell unconscious, the love he portrayed was all an act.

"Ohhhhhohohoh yes. Oh god yes. Please..." "There you go, little sis. There you go baby sis. I know you want to come so bad. You want to show your big bruvver. You want big bruvver to see. Show me, Em. Show me. I want to see it so bad. I do. I do. I want to see you cum, Emmy. I want to see my baby Emmy cum so bad..." Emma shuddered then collapsed. She dropped my hand as she dropped to the floor. Oh no. Did I saw something wrong? She folded in half, her beautiful tits crushed into her shiny, strong thighs. I reached for her.

Luca. Emma's scent had stayed with me since the day I kissed her at Alpha Gibson's doorstep. Although I had done it to save her from the embarrassment, it had stuck with me. She was sweet and helpful when I met her. She tried to strike up a conversation with me all through the bus ride, but I was undercover and needed to be inconspicuous. That was why I ignored her, but she was amusing. How she kept staring at me when she thought I wasn't looking was intriguing. She would often look away so I wouldn't catch her staring. As much as I wanted to get up and sit elsewhere, her scent filled my senses and gave me a calming peace. She seemed a bit timid and reserved, and I figured her Omega nature w