Emma Walker Bed Novels & Stories

Emma is tied to a chair, blindfolded and gagged. She is scared out of her mind. 'How did I ended up here? All I remember is going out of the house to escape from the wandering hands and eyes of Ambers's friends. She is throwing a party again tonight, and all Emma wanted was to stay away from being raped by one of her male friends. So she usually sneaks away until the party is over. Her room is in the basement, which is not a very safe place to sleep in when there is no lock on the door to hide inside.

Then she and Miriam left, the door slamming shut behind them with a finality that made the walls trembled The room fell silent. Emma let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her chest ached from how tightly she’d been holding it in. She didn’t look toward Jessica’s bunk. She just lay back down, hoodie still on, and stared at the ceiling, at the faint water stain in the corner that looked like a bird with broken wings. she spulled the hoodie higher over her head and closed her eyes, wishing she could fall asleep before Rebecca comes back She was just drifting off when Ding. Ding. Ding.

"May I look around your room? We can take our time and talk here. Let's not let other people ruin our good mood." "Okay." Emma's bright smile swept my depression away. Every dorm room was large and well-equipped with all kinds of furniture. It certainly was a step up from what I had with the Black Eye Pack. Emma looked around the room in high spirits. "Brenda, have you ever seen such an exquisite dresser? I've always dreamed of having one, and today, that wish has come true." Her eyes lit up with excitement. I could see that Emma was different from those snobby high-born she-wolves.

She picked up the textbooks and threw them on top of her bag. There. That was everything. It suddenly dawned on Emma that her bedroom was bare now. All she had in it were clothes and a few books. How could she have ever called this place her home? She had managed to fit all of her possessions into a couple of bags; there was no sign that she had ever been there now. There were no posters or pictures on the walls, no gifts from her Alpha, nothing. Just Emma and Emma alone. There was just a bed with its bedside table, a wardrobe, and a desk. Even though her desk was completely clear, she'd never used it other than to store socks and underwear in its drawers.

The way appears totally clear in her front. A large building of Garnet and Grace appears on her left. The yellow-lit showroom behind the glass reveals several mannequins standing inside. One white dress with queen anne neckline catches her attention. Her mind slips into her memory from three years ago. Emma is lying over her bed in her comfy white pajamas with small black dots. A dark orange top is over her flat belly. Her head is supported with two fluffy pillows. Big square eyeglasses with a very thin black frame are over her bisque nose.

Nobody is shy in the werewolf community, nudity is a very common occurance. Making it over to his pack member, who looked away with a tear in his eye, he found Emma curled up in the fetal position, burnt to a crisp. The only thing recognizable on her was the necklace his mother had given her for her 10th birthday. Jaxon tried to touch her but what was left of her body crumbled into ash and drifted away in the night breeze. The moon was still high in the sky and seemed even more red and ominous than normal.

pink barely-there thongs on the floor, under his bed, where she said they would be and I'm honestly devastated. "Emma, what are you doing?" Alex's voice makes me jump resulting in me smacking my head against the wooden frame of his bed like I haven't already embarrassed myself enough. None the less I grab the underwear and pull myself out from there and stand back up to face Alex feeling embarrassed and hurt.

"Will you read me a story, Alpha? Please?" Victoria intervened gently. "Emma, Alpha Ethan needs to get back to his duties. I can read to you tonight." "But I want Alpha to do it," Emma insisted, her lower lip jutting out stubbornly. I found myself agreeing, following Emma to her bedroom while Victoria watched with a mixture of amusement and something else I couldn't quite identify. Emma's room was a child's paradise—filled with toys, books, and a canopy bed fit for a princess. She climbed into bed and patted the space beside her expectantly.

Emma swiped the card and entered the room, her high heels sinking into the soft carpet as she walked step by step toward the bed. Just as the door was about to close behind her, a polished brown leather shoe wedged itself in the gap, stopping it silently. Unaware of the intrusion, Emma approached the bed where Justin lay fast asleep. Emma began undressing, one piece of clothing at a time, and slipped under the covers beside him. The mattress shifted slightly under her weight, stirring Justin from his slumber. Half-awake, he opened his eyes, his vision blurry.