Emma Daniels の小説・ストーリー

Emm stood on the chair, like a little demon princess as she challenged. “Do you think we stayed back to reminisce our biological bond?” Emm curled her lips in disdain “We just came to tell you that we always pay back kindness and cruelty by the same token. We never shortchange anyone… even if he is an absolute scum.” She jumped down from her chair and with lightening speed, rushed up to Daniel and even before he had a chance to react, she pushed a pill into his mouth, her lips curled in an evil arc, like a little devil “Now the fun begins…”

Could it be the file containing damning evidence against the Maddox empire? As she dried off and dressed, Emma's mind couldn’t pinpoint where exactly she shoulf start her new findings. If the file was truly as crucial as Damien had intimated, why would he entrust her with such a task? Unless there was an insider at the police force working for the Maddox empire. With a heavy heart, Emma donned a scarlet flared office dress, accentuating it with a black belt and heels. She grabbed her purse and keys, her mind still buzzing with unanswered questions, and made her way out the door.

Saying Darla excuses herself since she needs to go to her job. Emma hangs up, heading towards the basement only where her belongings may be there. She works in a big company as a member of IT team. Most of the time, she needs to work on computer. That's why she set that room only for herself. Also, aside from the job that she likes, she has a hobby to draw and designing jewelry as passion. So there are multiple drawings that might have been destroyed while moving them away.

Emma. Fuck!

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Chapter 48 His debt MILLER’S HOME, LOS ANGELES Staring at the screen of her phone, Emma exhaled tiredly. From the way things appear, she and Darby might never be able to see eye to eye till the end of both their lives. She had thought it wouldn't take long for Darby to accept her apology, but it's obvious her daughter is not so little anymore, she has grown into a woman who knows how and when to respond to situations on her accord.

"Hello, Daniel. I know you must be super busy. I want to ask you out. Can you? Sure, I'll be there. I'm Emerald, by the way." I smiled and held the cellphone—exit one charge hole and into the other crocodile cage. I entered the room and saw that Edmund was still sipping the drink. I looked at him sharply. You watch! You will bend your knees to me. The mission begins, Em! 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰

She was smart, calm and never seemed to even care about the outside world that much, she was the only person inside her bubble and as far as I can see, she never allowed anyone to get inside it. Emilio has tried many times to charm her, he flirted but it would only backfire, he tried getting her attention, which he would get for merely five seconds or less, she never showed interest in anything he tried with her. Matter of fact, I've never seen her passionate about anything other than meditating and her 4:30 p.m meals, she was a remarkable subject, something like a Frankenstein test subject. "You find me charming?" I ask leaning back into my chair and admiring her.

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.

Before he could complete his sentence, a lady in her late twenties walked up to us. “Baby.” She wore an emerald green satin dress, draped across her figure, a shade that made her eyes glow even brighter. Her lips curved into a tender smile as she slid her hands across Cassian’s waist, her chin resting on his shoulders. “Hey, Dan” Daniel returned the smile. “Amelia, it’s been ages. Good to see you again.” Cassian turned to Amelia, pecked her forehead, before turning back to our direction again. “Amelia, this is Annabel. She works for Daniel.”