Emma Too 소설 & 이야기

"Am I truly the chosen one? It cannot be. I cannot be. I’m not good enough.” Ethan's gaze met hers, filled with unwavering conviction. "Yes, Emma. You are the one spoken of in the prophecy," he confirmed. "You possess a unique power—a power that can shape the future of our world." “And you are enough. You’re good enough.” “Emma, what makes you good enough is not you, but the blood that the gods has chosen to bless you with.” Elder Ethan said. Emma bowed her head. This news has become heavy weights to her shoulders, and unlike the times in her office, there was no escape.

Chapter 10 Emma rolled her eyes, ignored her brother's words, and continued her chat with Tammie. Unlike other girls, Tammie looked pure, and simple, with the right personality that goes with Collins' cold attitude. Deep down, Emma hoped Tammie would be the one to soothe her brother and heal the deep, dark scars caused by different situations.

Emma uttered and typed something on her phone. I got the urge to peek to know who she was texting, and my eyes blinked hard to read the name of the person clearly. "Grace Baby? Who-what? Grace? Is it Grace-Grace, Grace Thales? My Grace-best friend? Oh, my! Maybe. She is a damn lesbian. Oooh, damn! Wow! Cool!" I let out in disbelief and amazement to know that Emma could be the mysterious new girlfriend of my dear friend. I need to confirm it later. But if it is true, I am truly happy for them. They would be a great pair. Yeah, great pair. Grace and Emma? They sound like the same person to me, according to what I observed for a long time. Well... Let's just see.

God, he was so whipped for her. After Emma finished with work, she went back home after Rowan had told her he would be home a few minutes or hours late. So Emma took a shower and got one of Rowan’s hoodies she had taken. She turned on the TV to catch up on her shows. I heard the elevator door ring. Emma gets up from her seat excited as she walked to the lift, but when the elevator opened up, Emma saw a face a familiar face she wasn’t expecting. It was Amber!

Let me tell you a little about Ema’s personality; Ema Standson is a very composed person and doesn’t get scared of anything except for one thing……‘The Heart!’ She could get hot-headed sometimes, and say some things in anger or when she’s pissed off without thinking but all the same, she’s fun to be with though she likes being by herself and doing things on her own. She could be a pain in the ass sometimes but anyone who knows and is willing to understand her better, will know how to handle that. Ema loves sports, music, movies, writing and reading. She is a big fan of nature and loves adventure.

she said, her voice low enough for just him to hear. Roman grinned "i love you too and our baby, i'll always love you Mila". "geez, why do you guys always turn every moment into something sappy" Mattias groaned. Ace smacked him at the back of his head ear earning many curse words from him. Camila leaned back, into Roman's side, him holding her tight and placing a kiss on her head. Together they watched the banter of the people around them.

Anna said "I know you are trying to console me and I appreciate it, but sometimes love is never enough. He showed me love, care and everything that I needed as his wife but I broke his trust and I can't forgive myself for it. But since he is taking a new wife o won't stand in the way of that" Amira said wiping away the drop of tears on her face Back in Vartell

his father spoke, and his word was final. Just then, a very different Emma turned the corner and walked into the library. She was calm and collected, poised and together. Her hair was pinned up in a bun and she was wearing a yellow summer dress and black heels. She looked the part of the Elder, she was to become, but Matthais hoped that she was strong enough to endure the role.

she greeted her, unable to decide what to call her. Lizzy waved her hand dismissively. Matteo doesn't want her to scare Hera, and he told them that Hera doesn't know anything about their line of work. So he wanted his mother to be as discreet as possible. "Nonsense, call me Lizzy. Come, meet Emma. My best friend" she pointed at Emma. Hera hugged Emma who opened her arms in a welcoming hug. "Hello Maam" she greeted. "Dear, call me Emma," she said fondly and patted Hera's cheeks.

She hummed out motherly, “You have someone watching over you that doesn’t like seeing you cry.” I blinked. “Enjoy your treat. At his request, if you want anything else, just call for me. My name is Emma.” She tucked the tray under her arm as she spoke. Bright red lips worked its way into a tender smile, “Do you need anything before I leave? Napkins?” “I’m not-I don’t-” I frowned, “I don’t understand.”