Emma Too 소설 & 이야기

Her Aunt Caroline had already made breakfast. “Good morning Aunt Caroline. What’s up for breakfast?” she smiled as she inhaled deeply and slowly. “Homemade hummus, sliced carrot sticks and cucumbers, feta and pita bread.” “Aunt, you know you’re such a great cook. Can I ever measure up to you? Ahh, I forgot you own a restaurant in Puerto.” Ava quickly set the table. She was already hungry and the aroma of the food was causing her to salivate more.

Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.

And since then, everything Emma owned, her luxurious life, the love and care from her father, and her best friend, Ethan was taken away from her. Emma’s hands shook as memories began to flood her mind, but before she could dwell further, the door slammed open, revealing a woman clad in a coffee-color mini gown, a limited-edition heel, and red lipstick that highlighted her flawless oval face. The excitement in her eyes was too palpable to be ignored.

One part of me wants to know and another part of me wants him to go fall into a hole. “ You know they have not come back yet, why don’t you come over here and drink some tea with me. We don’t even have to do the tea leaf reading. That bad boy wolfy over there has got your panties all bunched up and not in a good way.” Emma is standing next to a table with two cups of steaming hot tea already to go. Emma is so cute, red hair everywhere and a little chubby. She winks at me and beckons me to come over. She’s like a big sister I kinda need right now.

Time stretches. “Oh,” she says slowly. I feel my soul leave my body. Then- “Oh my GOD!” Emma cheers, clapping her hands. “Matteo? Is he staying over? Does this mean he’s my new dad?” “EMMA,” I say sharply. “Stop talking.” She absolutely does not stop talking. “I KNEW it,” she continues, pointing between us. “I told Macy you were acting weird. Also, her mom dropped me off early because her dog threw up, which was gross, but ALSO—”

“Oh my God. She’s beautiful.” Hayes groaned. “Mom, please don’t start.” She shoved past him and grabbed my hands. “I’m Emma. You’re Ella. I’ve been waiting so long to meet you I thought I’d burst.” I blinked. “You’ve… been waiting?” “Yes,” she said matter-of-factly. “Hayes never brings anyone home. Ever. Not even friends. So when he told us he fell in love, I nearly fainted.” Hayes whispered to me, “Sorry.”

“Don't mention it, your a welcome addition and i can see us becoming fast friends” Just then another car arrives, i hold my breath knowing this is definitely emma and matt, drake takes one hand as fiona squeezes the other, i could feel that they were both just as nervous as i was, emma climbs on first, looking around the plane and she rolls her eyes “Damn even the plane is obnoxiously ott” “Emma don’t start” Matt snaps, climbing on after her, she takes a breath fisting her hands and she nods “Fine”

However, Emma decides not to walk in after using the washroom. It's been a while since she walked around freely. Her legs are kinda swollen. So she decides to walk around the car for a while. It's almost five minutes, Keya has been waiting for her food. She has ordered some fresh Kiwi Salad as well. She noticed Emma's expression glowing when she talked about Kiwi smoothie. She sighs, staring out of the restaurant. Emma didn't listen to her and walking under the sun. " This girl never listens!" " Your takeout!"

EMMA The day Adrian forgot who I was started like any other morning. I brought him coffee and he looked at me with confusion instead of recognition, and I felt my heart break. "Who are you?" Adrian asked, not hostile but genuinely uncertain. "I'm Emma," I said, keeping my voice steady. "Your wife." "I don't have a wife," Adrian said, still confused. "I'm not married." "We've been married for forty years," I said, sitting beside him carefully. "We have three children together."

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.