Romans & histoires Emma Too

“She’s not a good woman, James.” My brow furrowed. "Not good? What do you mean?" Emma nodded slowly, her eyes heavy with something I couldn't quite place. “She’s... she’s a very bad person.” I stared at her, confused. Bad? The woman in the photo looked anything but bad. In fact, she seemed... perfect. My heart raced. What was Emma hiding? What had Katniss done? There was something off, something I wasn’t being told. And I needed to know.

The culmination of these elements renders Emma's appearance nothing short of captivating, a vision that captures attention and admiration. As Emma stands before the mirror, her friends playfully tease and shower her with whistles. Genelia, her eyes filled with admiration, compliments, "Emma, you look absolutely jaw-dropping gorgeous in Shane's simple and plain choices. It outshines your beauty perfectly. I must say he has a good taste." A blush graces Emma's cheeks as she gazes at herself from head to toe, relishing the moment.

mother stopped when Maggie walked in with two glasses of water. She looked at us with a weird expression but didn't say much then walked away, I had no words to say right now so I decided to just listen though mother Pauline seemed more affected with this story. "But there's one thing that everyone loved about Elena, she was honest and trust worthy. Your mom wasa friend you could call at 3:00 O' clock in the morning and she will come running to you, Elena also loved to work " mother Pauline reached out for her glass of water and took a sip.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

Pretty smart, I know. "Well if its isn't my good friend jack who else would be disturbing me at this hour."A tall man walked in . "Am sorry for my disturbance."He said bowing. "You are forgiven,did you bring me a snack as a Compensation."He said staring at Bethany lustfully. "Well no she is a friend ,she escaped from Mr B property o thought I should bring her ."he said. "You must be pretty smart to get pass his security."he said surprised. "Its no big deal ,I just had to wait for the right time."I said.

The basement door clicked shut behind us, and the noise of Thanksgiving dinner upstairs faded to a distant hum—plates clinking, Aunt Karen’s loud laugh, Dad carving the second turkey. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to escape. I was Emma, nineteen, the quiet cousin who always sat at the kids’ table even though I wasn’t a kid anymore. Long auburn hair, soft curves, full D-cup breasts that strained against my dark-green sweater dress, and a round ass that filled out the fabric just enough to make me self-conscious. I’d spent the entire meal sneaking glances at Sophia.

Emma thought he was really, really hot. Dammit.

she asked sweetly, chin resting on her palm like she was about to enjoy a slow-burning telenovela. I covered my face with my hands. Because everything I did last night was a problem. But I wasn’t ready to confess that. Not yet. Emma tapped the basket. “Well, I found this outside your door. And if it’s from Matthew, then… girl, we might be planning a wedding.” I lifted my head, groaning. “Don’t start.” She laughed. “Is this the Ms. N I know? The woman who terrifies half the lawyers in the courtroom? The one who can mesmerize an entire panel after one argument or leave opposing counsel looking like they forgot their own name?”

The crowd parted a bit as we stepped closer, but she was only moving because I hadn’t let go of her. “Emma! It is so nice to meet you,” Elliott said, smiling at her in glee. “You are having the best day ever, aren’t you! You are completely care free and ready to let some joy into your heart!” It was the corniest thing I’d ever heard in my life, especially since Emma would be the type to point out that your heart is an internal organ, and there was simply no way a person could let anything in or out of it except oxygenated and deoxygenated blood. But then, a smile broke out across Emma’s face, and she pushed her glasses up with her middle finger. “It is a great day!” she exclaimed. “I have ne

Emma muttered and walked towards the trash basket. She dropped the empty cup inside and headed to Liam's office. She reached the door and clenched her hand to knock. Knocking on his door, Liam permitted her to enter his office. Emma inhaled deeply before placing her hand on the door handle and pushing it downwards. The door opened and she walked inside. “Good morning Sir.” She greeted him before closing the door behind her. As Liam lifted his gaze to her, an inevitable smile appeared on his lips. He was glad to see her back on her feet, in that beautiful pink shirt and black trousers that showed those attractive hips of hers.