Emma Castle Novels & Stories

"And don't forget we need to leave for photos in an hour." Nineteen-year-old Emma appeared in the kitchen, already dressed in her bridesmaid's dress – a soft sage green that complemented her dark hair and brought out the gold flecks in her eyes. She had just started her sophomore year at the state university, studying to become a teacher like Bella, though her focus was on elementary education. "Has anyone seen Grace?" Emma asked, adjusting the sleeves of her dress. "She was supposed to be getting ready, but her room is empty."

With effortless strength, she hoisted Leo over her shoulder. A soft light flickered in the distance. She assumed it came from someone’s home. As she approached the tall, secluded gate of a hidden estate, a sharp, sudden shriek made her flinch and cover her ears. It was Amelia. She stood frozen in the doorway, her face pale, horrified by the sight of Cassandra—alive, unharmed, and very much aware. The moment Cassandra saw her, cold fury surged through her veins. “You,” she said, her voice low and venomous, eyes flashing with a deadly glare.

Alpha Riley The whole mansion felt like an isolation room. Lights cannot pass through the thick walls and the design was built in accordance with the idea of just us. The Tri-Alpha are known to be ruthless and witty when it comes to every transaction. Brutal concept, they say. For the mansion looks like hell for everyone who tried to get inside without words from us. But that’s not the most part of this mansion, there is a hidden room, rooms that are only for us to know and use.

The dark blue shimmered under the lights, catching on every breath I took like the gown itself was holding its breath, waiting. I sat back down on the cushioned stool, fingers brushing over the combs and pins scattered across the vanity. Everything in this room felt suddenly too delicate—like a shrine built for someone else. Elena would’ve known how to wield this look. How to walk into that conservatory with her chin high and her intentions sharp. I was still figuring out how to breathe around Damon. “Okay, I’m gonna say something you’re not allowed to take the wrong way,” Emma said from behind me. I met her eyes in the mirror.

Thank God the Langstons don’t rule Upper Castles. In Amaenia, there are ten regions, and each region is ruled by a seat holder. Upper Castles, where we live, is ruled by the Caddels. Our neighbour, The Capital, is the central region of the country and is ruled by the Albertines— the country royalty. The Vandenbergs rule North Ventrise, and then the Barringtons in Barnsley, the Whitlocks in Wells Spring, the Hogwoods in Hillstone, the Hansleys in Hathbourne, the Silvius in Southcove, the Castellans in Chesterfield, and the Langstons in Lancastre.

"The maid told me this room was done just for the new lady of the house. Don't mess this up young lady if he will go to these lengths for you....." "Mother, stop! I know my duty and what is expected of me." Cassie said to her mother. "Don't interrupt me when I am speaking ever again." Marcella told her. Cassie smiled her mother was in her house now, well almost her house. Nathan was in his office with one of his business partners he had hear the carriage pull up to the house and went to look out the window. Nathan saw them exit the carriage. he eyes were drawn to her as she exited the carriage he was taken back by her beauty how graceful she walked. He could not help but keep his eyes on her

She didn’t know how to feel about it. “ Where are we off to?” Emma voiced her thoughts when they crossed the main building to a similar connecting one. Just when she thought she’d seen it all, the mansion somehow brought more surprising and beautifully secluded buildings. “ I don’t remember you showing me this place.” Emma’s voice shifted from being worried to awe. The place was beautiful. Too beautiful. “ That’s because you weren’t allowed at the time. This place is off-limits for everyone. Only a few people are given access to the place, a few you’ve been added into.” Mrs Adams explained.

"That is a very large amount of money, Ms. Calla. May I ask what this money is for?" Calla looked at Neva and gave a small nod. Neva stepped forward and locked the office door. Then she took out a gun and stood by the door. Mr. Evans' face turned white. "What is this?" he whispered. Calla's voice was cold as ice. "Mr. Evans, your daughter Emma goes to the ballerina school on Elm Street. She is twelve years old. She has brown hair and likes pink. She walks home every day at 3:15 PM."

My fingers drummed against my chair handle. This would not do. Cassius was one of the most powerful men in the Deimos kingdom now and I made him. I built him with my hands from scratch and now I was trapped with no one but myself to blame. “Annulled engagement,” I mumbled. “To avoid a path of doom.” I have no intention of letting you go. “Ha.” “Good morning, Miss Persephone.” Emma Rose and two of her attendants greeted as they stepped into the room.