Total Drama Emma Novels & Stories

*Time flies* Emma was done in less than an hour and she waits for Shawn sitting at her desk. She surfs through her phone chats with her friends in group and watch few reels. But with the passing river of time Emma starts feeling bored while Shawn wasn't coming. Sighing she puts everything in her bag and taking knocks at Shawn's door. After few soft knocks when he didn't replied she enters inside to find him in a con call and was about to leave. When he notice her and eyes her to wait for him sitting at the couch while he will wrap up soon.

With her box , just crossing the road without even looking. Is she that dumb that she thinks a car will stop for her at an express for her to pass while she can use the bridge to pass? Obviously, she's up to nothing good. He stared at the card the doctor had given to him earlier, Emma had the card on her neck when she was brought in. "Emma Adams... 19 years old, A full time Traveller House Maid. Originally from Russia and lives in Anapa" Waylen kept the card on his card drawer after reading it.

she said humbly. "So when will be taping program be finished?" Greta muttered as she watched Ryan who was on scene with Terry. Emma shrugged, "I don't know, Kate looks like she really enjoys what she she's doing. Look at her! the way she looks at Ryan! As if she had no faults at all it's disgusting!" as a loyal fan of Ryan Lewis, Emma was really furious.

"I need you, Emma. Today's shooting really drove me crazy, and only you can calm me down." Zane turned to face Emma, the look in his eyes flashing with selfish desire. His hands began to grope Emma’s waist, pulling her closer until there was no gap between them. "Come on, help me just a little bit. Use your hands, or your mouth... whatever. I can't take it anymore." Emma closed her eyes for a moment, suppressing the nausea rising to her throat. This was a drama she had played repeatedly, yet tonight, it felt more exhausting than usual. She opened her eyes, staring at Zane with a manufactured, listless gaze full of forced sadness.

Keep my head down, focus on my future, and not get caught up in all the drama that comes from living under the same roof as Dane Masters. The overdramatic sigh from my left pulls my eyes towards the swooning figure of my best friend Elisa, stepping out towards me. My lithe and graceful beauty. She has the lovesick look of a teen girl who is smitten with an unattainable man. Her eyes follow her long-term crush Tyler after he passes me, and she seems to dissolve into sighs as I turn my head to her.

He whispered in her ear. But she didn’t feel like everything was going to be ok. She felt like her whole world was falling apart and crashing down around her. She just wanted all of this to be over, for it to end. She wanted Alessio to be dead, his brother too. They both needed to die. Emma searched inside of herself, trying to find the strength to pull herself together, trying to find the strength she knew she needed to find within herself to tap into this power that Evelyn says that she has. Power that might be the difference between winning and losing.

The lady says with a playfully pout. Emilia watched as they all conversed lovingly. Memories of her parents started flooding her mind and she could feel herself begin to tear up. She missed her family. She stood there smiling at the scene in front of her. They looked like a very happy family. Something she didn’t have. Liam looks back and realizes that he had almost forgotten her. “ Oh, Mum, Dad, Hailey. This is Emilia, my fiancée.” Liam says as be comes back to her side.

Shit. That’s when it clicked. Emma was giving me the attitude she was giving me because of that notification. She had seen that Anna had called me, and now she was pissed. I get that it’s none of her business, but I do still feel a bit bad, and I know that regardless of how hard I try to keep my life with Anna separate from my life with her, there are still times when they merge, and I can’t do anything to stop it. While I was trying to figure out what to do to fix the situation, Emma walked out of the closet looking the most beautiful I’d ever seen her. She was wearing a simple off-white sleeveless dress that had a high slit in front, showing her smooth long legs.

Because I can't handle another stairwell conversation today. Alex:Promise. Strictly professional. Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then Emma's response: Emma: We'll see. At exactly six PM, the door opened. Emma walked in. She looked exhausted. Dark circles under her eyes. Hair pulled back tight. She wore all black like she was attending a funeral. Maybe she was. The funeral of whatever they used to be. "Ms. Richardson." Emma set down her laptop. "Ms. Parker." Alex gestured to the chair across from her. "Thank you for being on time."

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.