Total Drama Emma Novels & Stories

The nigga behind her slammed in one last time and came deep inside her, groanin’ loud, fillin’ her pussy till it leaked out around his dick. They stepped back, still sprayin’ more cash on her collapsed body, laughin’ and zippin’ up. Emma laid there on the couch, breathin’ hard, covered in cum and money, a satisfied grin on her cum-glazed face. I let the curtain fall back quiet, heart racin’, pussy throbbin’ even harder now. Damn, Emma. Always livin’ her best life. But me? I still needed to find out why Ryan ain’t called.

She liked Julie, but sometimes her words felt like they came with invisible strings. When they finally left the mall, Chelsea dropped Layla then Emma . “Buy See you tomorrow, Em. Don’t forget sunscreen.” As Emma walked to her room , her phone buzzed—a message from Connor. Did you survive mall madness? She smiled. Barely. But I think I’m ready for the lake now. Good. You’ll need it. Ethan’s “chill” trips never stay chill. Emma laughed softly to herself as she looked out the window of her room. Manatee High was starting to feel a little less like a dream and a little more like a life she was slowly finding her place in.

Every moment. Because that's the real fight. Not against Torres's partners. Not against facilities. Against herself. Against desperation. Against becoming what she hunts. Emma turns away. Back to her room. Back to her sisters. Back to the mission. Four years and six months. One traitor executed. Eighty-seven subjects freed. Six facilities destroyed. The numbers keep changing. The debt keeps growing. The fight keeps going. Emma keeps fighting. Because that's who she is. That's what she does. That's all she knows.

Ema dropped the photos and watched them sway unto the floor. "What kind of monster am I?" She screamed and ran out. Nathan went after her. Duena remained inside sobbing. "Adriana wait!" Nathan yelled as he sprinted after Ema. Ema stopped and fell to her face. Nathan joined her and held her close. He could sense her fear, her anxiety. "I wish I didn't remember." She cried. Nathan held her tighter but didn't talk. "Why did they lie to me?" Ema questioned Nathan.

The week after she had lunch with Drake, Emma spent two days at an important shoot. The cinematographers were shooting videos and taking photos for an advert for a company and her present was needed. The shoot was fabulous, and Emma was sure that everything would turn out perfect. One of the models had fainted after eating nothing for the two days they were on set. She claimed that she was 'fasting' although the paramedics suspected that she was also suffering from something else.

The horrifying images from that day appeared vividly in her mind. Tears fell involuntarily from her eyes. She looked at Kira and forced a strained, terribly unnatural smile before asking in panic, “Kira, you’re just trying to provoke me, aren’t you? That lunatic… How could he possibly come back this soon…? You said he would be away on a business trip for a month… It’s only been… cough… cough… it’s only been a week…” Emma coughed repeatedly, overwhelmed by panic and agitation. Even though she knew Damien would eventually return, she had never expected him to come back this soon… What was she supposed to do now? She hadn’t even found the courage to… kill herself yet…

He might be a jerk but I knew his type wasn’t the one who would joke about these things especially I know how much he wanted to fuck Emma. “What the hell did you just say?!” I stormed out from behind my desk and stood in front of the window. My heart skipped a beat. A tight, sick feeling formed in my chest. I was ready to curse him out, but then my phone buzzed again. It was a photo. I opened it quickly and what I saw made my blood freeze. Emma. Tied to a chair. Her hands bound. Her face pale but brave. Even though she looked scared, there was still that fire in her eyes. She wasn’t broken.

"You think so?" "I've seen it before. Sometimes the worst parents raise the best children. Because the children know exactly what they don't want to become." I thought about the little girl. The way she'd waved at me with such innocent friendliness. "I hope you're right," I said. "Me too." He set his tea down. "Emma, I need to ask you something." "What?" "Daniel knows about the divorce. He knows about the financial records. He knows you're not backing down. But does he know about the other things?"

And it was freaking fun! "Emma…I will kill Damon and Daniel when I get home! I will kill Leila and Prescott too! They made me miss out on this!" She shouted, and Emma laughed, obviously pleased that her plan had worked. "Thank you so much, Emma." She said, turning aside to Emma who mirrored her smile with a one of hers. "Don't mention. It's nothing." Emma replied. "You made provisions for me today regarding food and clothing, and I deeply appreciate that. I knew it wasn't really convenient for you. So, let's enjoy the fun." She added, before turning away and screaming out a huge yes.

She told me waving her hands all over the place. "Emma I don't know, but it really looked like he was dead," I explained the incident and she was in shock. "Well I really hope he's not dead that will just be depressing," Emma said whiles pacing back and forth. She looks so worried and stressed out. "Hey, how bout I make you feel better?" I asked her, looking at her in amazement. She's so beautiful. I know I'm not supposed to be thinking like this, wrong timing too, but it was going to feel good. Just thinking about her got me heated.