Emma Daniels Novels & Stories

She replied, looking at her feet. “Really?” I asked her. “Emily, I could always see whatever happens in any part of this palace on my phone, at whatever time I want to. Please tell me the truth.” “Dathan saw his wolf. Just as soon as I caught up with him behind the house, I had to give him CPR cause he wasn't breathing and I didn't want to bring him in or raise an alarm. Then my friend, Zyna, came. I swear I never knew she was coming, Dathan invited her, she walked in on us, so I left them both, ran in, changed my clothes and the part where you woke up was where I was taking my bath.” She rapped breathlessly.

“I’ll call when I land. Take care of my girl.” Daniel nodded, his voice deep and calm. “Always.” The moment Mom’s car disappeared down the street, the whole house felt different. Like the air itself was waiting for something bad… and exciting. Emma stood at the window for a long minute, heart beating fast. She was twenty-one now, but living under the same roof as Daniel for the last four years had become pure torture. He was forty-three, tall and strong, with salt-and-pepper hair and those dark eyes that made her knees weak every single time he looked at her.

Emma’s POV I was still tangled in Xander’s arms when my phone began to vibrate on the nightstand. I groaned, stretching slightly to reach for it, careful not to wake him. The screen was lit up with Danielle’s name flashing like a warning beacon. I answered with a sleepy hum. “Hmm?” Her voice came through in a scream. “Emma! Have you checked the news?! Check Peakstagram. Now!” I sat up instantly, heart pounding. “What are you talking about?”

"Oops, sorry my manners. I didn't introduce myself. I am Emmanuella Dean and I'm the Personal Assistant and also Manager at David's company . I have worked there for over six years and for nothing else but because of Mr. David. I met him at a Launch. I was actually at that launch because my dad couldn't attend so I attended in his place. But then I met Mr. David and Even though he paid no attention to me, I was drawn to him. I did my homework on him and I found out everything about.

I didn't look up at the person. "Daniel..."A sweet yet confident female voice resonated in the hall,it held so much power. I forced myself to raise my head to spare her a glance. She was indeed a very beautiful woman with perfectly toned figure,curves at right places and as tall as I with her four inches heels.She wore a white fitted dress which had thin straps to support it on her body while her blonde hairs were curled upto her shoulders. "Emma Morrison."I stood up stretching my hand out for a shake.

IF YOU STILL HAVE PROBLEMS, LET ME KNOW AND I WILL TRY TO HELP YOU AS MUCH AS I CAN. EMMA

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

"That sounds like a good idea." Later that afternoon, Emily and Amy set out for a much-needed break. Amy had planned a day filled with activities to distract Emily from her worries. They started with a visit to a cozy café downtown, where they indulged in decadent pastries and steaming cups of coffee. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the tension that had been building back at the hideout.

The sight of her—once a strong woman—now reduced to this frailty, made my stomach churn. “She looks weak,” I muttered, more to myself than to Daniel. He stood beside me, his expression somber. “Yeah. But I’m hopeful she’ll pull through. Emma would be devastated if she didn’t.” His words hit me like a sucker punch. I turned to him sharply, my voice low and tense. “Who’s her daughter?” Daniel hesitated for a split second, his eyes meeting mine. Then, as if it were the most casual thing in the world, he said, “Emma. My wife.”