Total Drama Island Emma Novels & Stories

She turned on her heel and walked out of the café, her posture stiff and unyielding. I finally pried Emma off me, my patience snapping. “What the hell was that?” I demanded. Emma just smiled—a slow, knowing smile. “Nothing,” she said lightly, like she hadn’t just destroyed something between Isla and me. I clenched my fists. I didn’t know what game she was playing, but one thing was clear—Emma was up to something.

she admitted as a tear fell down her face. “So what happened? How did you escape if you were dying?” I asked eagerly. Emma took a deep breath before continuing. “He set everything up so perfectly,” she said bitterly. “Made it look like I had slipped so if anyone had come to investigate, they’d think it was nothing more than an accident.” I gasped, horror twisting in my stomach. “I was trapped in that fire, Anna. I felt the flames. I thought it was the end.” Her voice cracked. “But then, someone came. Someone pulled me out.”

"Laura, don’t forget that you’re my subordinate." The two argued simply because of work; they disagreed on certain matters. Emma wanted to investigate the people behind the company’s leaked information, but David stopped her. Frustrated, Emma returned to her desk in anger. After work, Emma accidentally saw David getting close with a strange woman. She didn’t know why it bothered her so much, but after hours, she went out for a drink alone to relieve her mood. By then, she had transformed her appearance into a beautiful Emma.

"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.

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.

The message opened. Emma: Adrian, I've been trying to reach you all night. The merger isn't the only thing we need to discuss. There's something else, something about your wife. I found out something about Isabelle that you need to know before it's too late. The phone slipped from Isabelle's fingers and clattered onto the nightstand. Her blood turned to ice. Something about her? What could Emma possibly know? And why did it have to be delivered in secret, in the middle of the night, from a woman who had no business knowing anything about her marriage?

Then, slowly, Emma gets up from her seat and walks slowly towards the ocean, taking nothing with her but her phone. Frustrated, Evelyn almost calls after her but Delia puts out a hand, stopping her. “Wait,” Delia says. “Just wait.” As the three of them watch, Emma stares at the sea. Then, she winds her arm back and, as hard as she can, hurls her phone into the sea. Then, perfectly calm, she comes back to join them at their cabana. She gives them a happy little smile. “Do we have time to stop at the bank?”

"If you hurry, you'll catch them. They're just finishing the flight plan and takeoff checklist." "Thanks, Dean. I'll be back in a bit, Rachel," Emma said. She touched my shoulder as she stood to go catch her husband. I hadn't expected her to become such a close friend, but I loved having her around. She kept herself busy managing a wildlife rehabilitation fund, but she loved it and it allowed her to work on a regular basis with Jack. Dean stepped out of the hallway to allow Emma to leave. She gave him a quick smile as she passed, hurrying up the stairs to fetch whatever it was she needed. I felt a quiver start in my stomach at the thought of being alone in a room with Dean.

The slow melody drifted across the beach as the DJ switched from upbeat house tracks to something softer. Emma had been standing by the edge of the dance floor, nursing a half-empty glass, when Jerry appeared beside her. "Dance with me," he said. It wasn't a question. Before Emma could respond, his hand closed around hers and guided her into the middle of the sand-covered dance floor. Couples swayed around them, the glittering lights from the beach house reflecting in the waves. Emma’s pulse raced. She knew she needed to tell him about what happened with Isla.

“Did you honestly think I ever gave a shit about you? Where is the money, doll-face? She doesn’t have it, so you must.” Emma started to cry and continued to claim that she didn’t know. But we all knew that she did. And the saddest part was that I was going to die because Emma couldn’t go down on her own. I don’t know what she had been expecting, but this wasn’t how I wanted it all to end. Redmont jabbed the gun under her chin. “Last chance, doll face, where is the money?” I heard the click of the gun being cocked and she blurted out, “It’s in an offshore bank account. Don’t hurt me, baby, please. I was saving it for us. So, we could get away from all...”