Emma Castle Novels & Stories

So that's okay. As we drove deeper into the estate, Emma's breath caught audibly, and she pressed her face closer to the window, watching everything with wide-eyed astonishment. The mansion nestled in the center of it all came into view—a sprawling architectural masterpiece that had taken me three years to perfect. I pulled up to the front entrance and cut the engine, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Where... where are we?" Emma's voice was barely above a whisper as she continued looking around like she'd stepped into a fairy tale.

*EMMA* "What in the world is going on?" I asked between my teeth as Jet put his hand on my waist guiding me up to tone staircase which leads to the huge front door of the castle, the door opened on it own and we went inside, I thought the outside was amazing, the the inside beat my imagination, a crystal white glass all around, you could no doubt see your reflection in it, I spot a roll of maids standing either side of us, they all bowed when we walked past, I could feel their curious stare on me.

She happily listed what to buy for the day and went out with Emma, bringing along some Elijah herbs. Amelia adjusted the temperature in the mugwort room and instructed Carl to lie down inside while she checked something online. Before long, Elder Ye and Emma returned with the groceries. Emma entered the courtyard, looking mysterious. “Amelia, I think we might actually have to move!” “What news do you have now, Emma?” Amelia smiled lightly. Emma lowered her voice. “I noticed it myself. There’s a luxury car parked outside, near the market! I asked Elijah, and he said it’s worth more than six million.”

, her refutes weren’t taken seriously as those pity filled eyes seemed to turn to her, stronger than before. She gave an exhausted sigh. Eventually, they came to a stop at a mansion. The Jewel residence. It was large, not nearly as big as the palace but still huge and finely decorated. Outside stood Emma with what looked to be the Duke and Duchess who gave them desperate stares. Completely contrasting with Emma’s eyes of evil. ‘How did such honest people give birth to such a cunning devil?’ Alexis thought as she stepped out. Hector had used a spell to clean the “mud” off her, he also handed her the uniform cape saying Emilia asked him to prepare it.

“oh shit, is that where we are staying?” Camila asked peeking out of the window at the huge resort building. It was covered in glass and had a beautiful reflection when the sun shone on it. She looked at Roman with a quirked eyebrow but her husband was not ready to say anything. “oh don’t be a wuss, I know this is the surprise already” . Roman chuckled to himself and looked away.

Emma. The plush carpet muffled our footsteps as we rounded the corner to her corridor. She stood there, motionless, a few feet from her door. Her dark hair fell in waves down her back, still damp from her morning shower. Even from a distance, I could see the unnatural stillness in her posture—the frozen quality of prey sensing a predator. "Emma," I called, my voice low and urgent. She didn't turn, didn't respond. As I drew closer, I saw what had captured her attention so completely. On the polished wood of her hotel room door, stark crimson letters spelled out a message: "NOT OUR QUEEN."

She held out her hand for me to shake and I did so. “ Jennifer Madison, your new assistant " " Amelia Rose “ I replied. she nodded and then pointed towards the coffee and I nodded. “you have nothing much to do, you have one meeting with your first client, he was here before you arrived but then left, I can call him up now so you could...” “Give me his address “ I whispered and she stared at me as if to confirm my words, I didn’t want to spend time in here and think about Gale cause I was sure my thoughts couldn’t avoid him. I wanted to let go of everything for now.

Emma said brushing the topic off. Emma led Caleb through the corridors of the grand house, guiding him to the bathroom. As they walked, Caleb couldn't help but steal glances at Emma, taking in her graceful movements and the way the moonlight illuminated her features. He couldn't deny the strong pull he felt towards her, even if she claimed to love Alex.

ELISA POV. Whoa! Whoa… "Elisa, look at that hot guy over there,” Emma said. Emma is not just my best friend, but also my sister. Her father divorced her mum and wed another woman after because he could no longer support her mother's drinking habits, which led to the divorce of her parents. Elisa's mother, Cindy, who is human and well-known for her beauty, married her father, Mason Douglas, who is also an Alpha but not particularly strong. Emma inherited her appearance exactly from there. I often wonder if she's a witch and how she manages to enchant all these people, but then I realize that it's just her appearance—her lovely face and lips—and her attitude is unremarkable, yes I said that be

Emma instructed. Moments later, the maid returned, serving the juice before discreetly exiting. Emma took a sip of her drink before leaning back, her gaze fixed on Arabella. “I’ve been trying to place where I’ve seen you before,” Emma began, her tone casual yet probing. “Other than the party, have we met?” Arabella’s heart skipped a beat. She had hoped this moment wouldn’t come, but Emma’s sharp intuition left no room for evasion. “Yes, Mom,” she admitted. “We met on Williams Island. I was the girl you saw with Prince Ethan in his hotel suite.”