Emma Walker Autopsy Novels & Stories

The night before the bond ceremony, the moonlight was like silver, sprinkling over the altar of the werewolf tribe. The Moon Goddess chose Jonah's white moonlight, Emma, and assigned her to William, the tyrannical alpha of the werewolf tribe.His blood flows with the power of the ancient wolf king, but also with untamed wildness. Rumor has it that every woman who spends the night with William will be covered in bruises the next day. William’s desire is intertwined with his wolf nature, and the silver bed is his unique symbol. Silver is poison and a test for werewolves. William would let those women lie on the cold silver bed, watching their pain of being eroded by silver and the joy of desire intertwined, making painful moans and confused gasps. This contradictory torture is the catalyst for his wild desire. Jonah knows William's cruelty well, and he can't bear Emma to be the next victim. So, under the protection of the moonlight, he kidnapped Emma one step ahead and completed the marking ceremony with her under the witness of the Moon Goddess. And I, the woman abandoned by Jonah. The vows I made turned to ashes under the moonlight, and my name became a laughingstock in the tribe. In the evening, the setting sun was like blood, and William's figure appeared in front of my tent. His golden pupils flickered in the twilight with the aggression of a beast. His voice was low and threatening: "Since Jonah has robbed my partner, you can be my Luna: how about it?" Luna, the partner of the alpha in the werewolf tribe, symbolizes power and glory, but also means endless bondage and danger. I raised my head, looked directly into his eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of my mouth: "Okay."

What’s worse than being a vampire whose mate Ran out on you? …one that has been left to starve. Running a mortuary is already a headache but when salvation comes with a high price tag, her name, Emma Carter and she’s about to be my new obsession, one i refuse to let go. but first. i have to buy her.

Damien was in love with Emma for as long as he could remember. His love for her was pure and he could do anything for her and he hoped to confess to her how he felt but as they say, not everything in life goes the way we want. On hearing about her upcoming wedding, his pure love for her turned into an obsession and vowing to make her his at any costs.

“Just—just get it over with.” He paused, titling his head. “Get what over with?” I glare at him, “The rejection. Just do it.” He stared at me, the smile he wore on his face suddenly dropped, “You think I intend to hurt you? That I will reject you?” Fine, if he wanted to play this way then no problem. “Fine. If you won’t reject me, I reject you.” I don’t even have time to react before he’s in front of me. “Try again, little wolf.” He leans in, lips ghosting over my ear “Reject me all you want. The moon goddess brought you here for me and now you’re mine.” ~~~~ Emma had always been nothing. An orphan. An omega. But when she turned eighteen, the Moon Goddess gave her hope, her mate was Aiden Blackwood, the future Alpha. For the first time, she thought she belonged. But Aiden shattered her. He rejected her. He used her. And then, in front of the entire pack, he claimed another as his mate and Luna. Broken and betrayed, Emma ran. She didn’t care where she ended up, until she crossed into forbidden land and was thrown into a cage, waiting to die. Only for him to appear. Kieran Valerian. The Lycan King. A man whispered about in fear. A ruler with blood on his hands. And when his golden eyes locked onto hers, the world seemed to stop. “Mate.” But Emma refuses to be weak ever again. She will never beg for love. Never trust an Alpha’s promises. Not even when the most powerful Lycan alive looks at her like she belongs to him. Because she learned the hard way that mates can destroy you. And this time, she won’t go down without a fight.

Sharon Walker discovered she was pregnant exactly one day before her wedding. She had spent years telling her childhood sweetheart, Gary, that she wanted to wait until marriage. But one wild night out with her friends changed everything. Waking up hungover, she realized she had spent the night with a total stranger. Weeks later, two red lines stared back at her from a pregnancy test. When Gary accidentally found the test, he called off the wedding on the spot. Heartbroken and reeling, Sharon went to her event planner’s office to cancel the venue and catering. There, she crossed paths with Russell Miller—a man who was also there to cancel his own wedding. Bound by shared heartbreak and a twist of fate, they made a desperate deal: a 90-day marriage of convenience, with a guaranteed expiration date.

My cousin, Vincent Walker, has fallen in love with Rova Thornwick, the chieftess of a cannibal tribe in Ambryndel. He insists on dragging the entire family to the tribe just so they can sort out the details of his wedding. Little do we know that Vincent has screwed up on the very first day. He accidentally mistakes the tribe's Divine Goblet for a toilet bowl due to his ignorance toward the rules. Vincent and his family are worried that they might get in trouble, so they flee from Ambryndel overnight without letting us know. As a result, my family and I get tied up by the furious cannibals. Later on, we are roasted to death over the fire pit. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Vincent insists on traveling to Ambryndel to marry Rova.

A business man in search of power. A woman forced to lie. A man who can’t escape himself. A love turned sinister… Hazel lives everyday like her last, she stays out of trouble and takes life as it comes, accepting every cruel hit as her fate. But her simple life quickly becomes something complicated when she’s ambushed and finds herself tangled in the devil’s lair, with his cold dark eyes staring down at her. Christian Walker only cares about two things; his daughter and his money. Despite being Seattle’s most eligible bachelor, he draws a clear line between his private life and women. But the lines are quickly blurred when Hazel comes into the picture. Just how thin is the line between love and hate?

Meet Myra. She is a sweet and very kind person but can be sassy and badass when needs to be. She believes in the phrase lives and lets others live their life peacefully. The only thing she hates the most is being bullied and can do anything to stop weak people from getting bullied. But she is the girl of many secrets. People believe that they moved out from California to New York to move on from her mother's death but the truth was different. Now meet Anthony Walker, the football captain and the Qatar baller of the team. He has all the girls fall on their knees for him and all the boys envy him. He is the mystery of his school and likes to keep to himself and his friends. He is also the alpha of the pack and has his share of secrets. Read the book to know what happens when they meet.

After I resign from my job as a forensic pathologist and return to my rural hometown to enjoy a laidback, leisurely life, I feel totally at peace. In contrast, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Jessica Lester, starts panicking for real. She keeps begging me to stay. "Dr. Gardner, even though you're not that talented, I still hope you can stand beside me and speak up for those who have died unjustly!" I roll my eyes coolly and leave without looking back. In my previous life, Jessica is an intern put under my care. But every time we conduct an autopsy, she watches from the side but somehow manages to describe the victim's experiences before death ahead of me. She even uses wording that is identical to what I am thinking. I cannot make sense of it. In later autopsies, I give everything and go all out to prove myself, but even when she is not present, she can still iterate my findings at length. From then on, everyone idolizes her. Meanwhile, I become a laughingstock even if I am the most authoritative forensic expert in the state. Later on, the enraged family members of victims come to my doorstep every day. They lambast me and say that I am unworthy of being a forensic pathologist. They eventually set my house on fire, and I die miserably in the flames. When I open my eyes again, I return to the day I take Jessica to her first autopsy.

During my night shift, I refused to help my adopted sister administer fluids to her patient. After the wrong drug is given, I watch a seven-year-old boy die after he suffers an allergic reaction right before my eyes. In my previous life, the boy's family stormed the nurses' station after I'd just finished administering his IV medication. The next thing I knew, I was violently beaten up. "You poisoned my grandchild by giving him the wrong medicine!" But the fluid I introduced into his bloodstream was a simple glucose solution. It couldn't have led to such a disastrous outcome. When I was on the brink of passing out, someone called the police. I thought help had finally arrived, but I was sorely mistaken. The police officer—my brother—pinned me to the ground. "We found your prints on the drug vial. You're a murderer." Then, my childhood friend, a forensic pathologist, held up an autopsy report and accused me of the same crime. "The patient's time of death is around 5:00 am. That's the same time you administered drugs into his system." Unable to prove my innocence, I was ultimately beaten to death by the boy's enraged family members. My brother and my childhood friend had always loved me. Even on the brink of death, I couldn't understand why they would do this to me. Now, I open my eyes and find myself back on the night it all began.