Total Drama Emma Novels & Stories

“Took you long enough.” She sighed, walking toward me. “What are you doing here?” “Making sure you didn’t decide to stay the night,” I said simply. She gave me a tired look. “I told you I wouldn’t.” I raised an eyebrow. “Forgive me if I don’t trust your promises when it comes to them.” Emma rubbed her temple, clearly exhausted. “I just needed to check on Mom.” “And did that include bonding time with Lena?” She hesitated, then sighed. “She wasn’t as bad... why are you acting that way towards her?”

"She's fine, by the way. She's in the bedroom watching a movie, completely unharmed. Would you like to see her?" "Yes." Jessica gestured toward a closed door. "Go ahead. Confirm she's safe. I'll wait." I didn't trust it. But I needed to see Emma with my own eyes. I opened the bedroom door carefully. Emma sat on a massive bed, iPad in her lap, headphones on. She was watching something on the screen, completely absorbed. She was wearing her own clothes. No visible injuries. No signs of distress. She looked up when I entered. Her face lit up with relief and confusion simultaneously.

Across the room, the television played a financial news channel. The anchor’s voice carried through the quiet room. “…the Sterling scandal continues to dominate online discussion this morning, with several analysts questioning how the situation could affect Sterling Enterprises’ public image…” Dominic’s jaw tightened. He ended the call and muted the television. Footsteps echoed from the staircase. He looked up. Emma entered the room. She wore a pale blue dress, her hair loosely tied back. She looked composed. Too composed. Her eyes briefly met Dominic’s. Then she looked away.

“Can you put out in a good word with the chief? He hasn't been answering my calls and I don't want to have a wreckage with him.” Tsking, “I don't know about that, Emma. He's in a grenade zone and nobody is going close to him except you have a death wish or want to get burned.” Her voice went flat. “I understand. Let me prep. I'm on my way.” “Okay.” Allen ended the car. Well, she needed that breath of fresh air away from Clyde and his drama. Emma, happy to have a reason to step out, went straight to the bathroom to freshen up. When she finished, she dressed in black pants, a white shirt, and black loafers. She also had her hair wrapped in a tight bun. Have to be ready for business.

5 Years Later: "Lucus!" Omega sighed, placing her rainbow-striped bookmark in her fantasy drama novel. She strode out of her office and into the living room. His Alpha was sprawled out on the sofa, his chin in his palm, as he watched an episode of Modern Family. Emma was wearing nothing but an oversized hoodie and a pair of grey shorts. Despite the baggie hoodie and fluffy red blanket covering her torso, her nine-month pregnant belly was obvious.

Daniel’s Beta said. Daniel grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Emma and her late husband Frederick were all over the news, labelled as criminals. "This is a nightmare," Daniel groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Look, there she is," I said, pointing at the screen. Emma was being swarmed by journalists, her face pale and strained. "Let's go," Daniel said, and we rushed outside, pushing through the crowd to get to her. Emma was heading towards the river bank, moving quickly, almost as if she were fleeing.

unofficial reason: watching bretta fight with maternity dresses and mama] Tessa jumps in immediately. TESSA: [please send photos] TESSA: [i need visual entertainment] TESSA: [my life is just work, instant noodles, and true crime. you are the healthiest drama i have] “Healthy,” I mutter. “Sure.” Emmett finally shows up, three little bubbles appearing, disappearing, then popping up again like he’s typing while walking. EM: [you didn’t answer the main question] EM: [are things safe?]

Emma stared up at the shattered facade from behind the police tape, her coat wrapped tightly around her, hair pulled back, heels replaced with boots. She hadn't slept... not really, as the images wouldn’t leave her. Not the flames, not the screaming, not the chandelier crashing down like a fallen crown, and definitely not Evangeline - standing like something ancient in the center of the chaos, singing a note that shattered reality. “She’s not dead,” Emma whispered to herself for the third time that morning. “She never was.” Her breath steamed in the air because someone was watching her. She turned quickly and found herself face-to-face with her second boss, Elias Vaughn.

“Let’s go hunt SeSe! I can show you how I can do it now!” Emma’s playful tone reappeared making me wonder if her intensity was just a result of grief and the trauma she had endured. Things would be okay, they had to be. The End

I smile when I take up my phone and see that he replied. I decided to text Jason. He seems like a nice guy. I’m currently in the living room with my doms watching tv. Me: Hey, this is Emma from the party Jason: Hey beautiful, I’ve been waiting for you to text me Me: really? Jason: Yes, how are you doing? Me: I’m well just watching a movie, Hbu? Jason: Just sitting on my bed thinking about you