Emma X Ray の小説・ストーリー

Mr. McCain and Raymond glanced at each other, and they were tacitly showing their treacherous smiles. At this time, Emma came over and said, “Can you show me the invoices and receipts?” “Yes.” Raymond passed them over to Emma. Emma was a top executive of Hill Manufacturing Company, and she was very proficient in this kind of aspect. She could tell whether the documents were fakes or not at a glance. After inspecting carefully, Emma sighed. “They are truly fake documents.”

“But not without a warning.” “Alright.” Xavier responds, wishing me farewell. When I arrive back at the office, it’s better. I go over the illustrations that Lira sent over and even though our system got hacked again, the programming department was fast enough to detect and disable the bug. After a long day of work, I go back home and I am surprised when the smell of something burning comes from the kitchen. Tracing the smell to the kitchen where Emma is standing facing the counter, her messy strawberry blonde hair scooped into a bun, an apron is tied around her tiny waist. Smoke curls lazily around the kitchen making Emma’s posture appear more rigid.

The housekeeper trailed off, a look of guilt on her face. “When I got back, I felt something was off. That’s when I found her in the bathroom.” Her chatter continued as they approached the hospital room. “I’ve also noticed her taking pills—antidepressants, the doctor said. Only someone with severe depression would need those.” Standing outside the door, she added, “Miss Xander will want to see you when she wakes up. I’ll wait outside.” Justin’s expression darkened as he gently pushed the door open. The noise startled Emma awake. She flinched before her eyes darted to the doorway. When she saw Justin, relief washed over her features.

To keep the path and destiny visible, But what if, if it's too late. What if, if the light is already engulfed by the darkness and the darkness took it far away from you. "EMMA!" King Xavier yells as he sees the pool of blood around Emma's body. He, in a split second, heads to her. Looks at her, tears are dripping from his eyes, he wants to touch her, hold her but the mess she is right now, is scaring him. "WHY?!" He yells looking up at the girl with the gun in her shaking hands. Her eyes are red because of crying.

💊 Alex's POV 💊 I left the suite to the hotel lounge and met Emma there. "Come on let's go, I'll be the one to take you to the venue today" Emma said as she walked out and I followed her. "What are we going to do about Ryan?" Emma asked as she drove. "We?" "Yeah, I just want to help that's all" she said. "I feel like you know something about me Emma, something that I don't know" I said. "Come on, the only thing I know about you is you're one of the best Neurosurgeon in the world, nothing else" she said and I sighed.

His dark eyes staring intensely at me, like he is observing me very carefully just like am to him. "Alexa" He bends down to my height, slowly brushes the edge of my right cheek with his calloused index finger which causes my skin to crawl in discomfort. "You see that clock over there? Can you hear the ticking?" He bites his bottom lip and I watch as he drags his tomb across the wetness of them "that clock is a physical embodiment of time, that every tick, every little sound brings us closer to the end of a new dawn." He squats down to my height and my eyes follow suit, not taking my gaze off him for even just a second. "You see Alexa, time is very fragile and unstable, every little curve, ev

and why had she become this way? Alex Roberts used his strength again, and enveloped Emma Richard in his arms, and he realized that Emma Richard was now so thin! He had seen Emma Richard's wrists were so full that it was difficult to take off and put on the bracelets, and Emma Richard had lost her temper and vowed never to wear bracelets again, only custom-made bracelets. But now look again, her wrist is slim and thin, this time should be no matter how big the bracelet can easily take off and wear. Why would it be thin like this, what would happen in this, he ...... he has no memory of it at all. Alex Roberts could not resist reaching out to touch Emma Richard's cheek, but his hand reached

Emma turned, her hands trembling, the voice seemed familiar, tugging at the edges of her memory, but the swirling haze made it impossible to see. The ground beneath her feet was uneven, littered with shards of glass, chunks of debris, and the scorched remains of what once were lives. "Emma!" The voice called her name again and this time, it was sharper and more desperate. She squinted, her eyes burning from the smoke, through the haze, she could make out a figure, a man, his silhouette outlined by flickering flames, it was Jaxon. "Jaxon." She screamed, her voice raw with panic, she tried to move toward him, but her legs felt like lead, the closer she got, the farther away he seemed.

Emma hesitated, hands shaking. “Daniel…” she whispered. He turned toward her, concern etched across his face. “What is it?” She showed him the screen. Marcus leaned closer. “Play it,” he said, though even his voice trembled. Emma tapped the screen, and the video began. At first, it was darkness, then a beam of light cut through the frame, uneven and shaking as if the person holding the camera was walking carefully, nervously. Emma’s breath hitched as the familiar outlines of the forest appeared.

Emma‌ had fe‌igned disappoin‍tment whil‍e secre⁠tly t⁠exting Jax and Marcus the good news. *T‍hey’re‍ letting me record it o⁠n my phone for him,* she wrote. Ja‍x replied instantly‍: *G‌ood. We‍’ll be filming too. E⁠verythi‍n‌g.* S⁠h‍e a⁠rrive‌d at the imaging center wearing a loose matern⁠ity blouse and skirt‍, t‍he thick plugs still fir⁠mly in place from the nigh‍t before.⁠ H‍er b‌reasts felt especially ful‍l, already leaking small wet spots int‍o the nursi‍ng pads. The technician, a kind middl‍e‍-aged woman, smiled warm‍ly as‌ Emma lay bac⁠k on the tab⁠le‌ an‍d lifted her shi‍rt.