Emma X Ray の小説・ストーリー

Max took a single glimpse at the man and took a gun from his guard and did the necessary without a bother to question him. * Nobody in G city would dare look for his trouble if not for Alex. His enemy brother. * The gunshot made the few people around shiver in fear not attempting to hide their present because they know that not even God can stop Maxwell from getting to them if he want to. ****** ******** Emma strode on the corridor towards Maxwell's office holding files in hand. In a very decent attire. She wore a green knee-level dress with a black waist belt, and her long raven hair gathered in a ponytail with a block heel boot. Looking simple and stunning

She pushed the thought away, not ready to confront that particular revelation. Instead, Emma took a much better look at Terra, allowing her natural curiosity to surface. At the center of Terra's chest, slightly above her bulging breasts and just above her heart, was a fractured starburst of radiant light pulsing through her gray skin. Emma involuntarily activated her wolf sight—a healer's instinct—and the starburst blazed like a miniature sun, almost painful to observe. Curiously, it didn't connect to any vein or bloodstream that Emma could detect, yet she observed how it sent pulses of energy throughout the Succubus's body in rhythmic waves. "What is that?" Emma asked, unable to mask her fa

"You could turn and scratch the doors and show this room who is boss." Emma let out a laugh. Dex had always been good about making her do that, even when she'd wanted to cry. Her heart was still racing. Her hands were sweaty and she was having a little trouble breathing. As much as things would have been worse if she'd been discovered and someone mentioned it to Lucien, she was still close to an anxiety attack. "Thank you, Dex." "My pleasure, Emma. I always liked putting a smile on your face."

Like right now, he asked her to give a brief introduction about her current work, again. Emma inhaled sharply before speaking, "As I told you, Sir, I analyze the details of the company’s projects and am also in charge of cyber security which includes securing the company's site to protect it from any malware." She kept explaining to him but Damien was least interested in that information. His sole focus was on her plush lips that were moving nonstop tempting him to suck them. Damien took a deep breath and skimmed his eyes all over her face. Her coruscating blue hues and the pink glint on her cheeks had him enchanted. Her balmy scent flowing in the room delighted him as well as Scar who was j

“The heart of Haverstone’s work.” Emma reached out, her fingers brushing the cover of the book. A sudden surge of warmth shot through her hand, and she gasped, pulling back. “It’s reacting to me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Then it’s meant for you,” Crane replied, his gaze unwavering. “Open it.” Emma hesitated before flipping open the cover. The pages inside were filled with intricate diagrams, symbols, and handwritten notes. Her eyes scanned the text, deciphering fragments of what appeared to be instructions for operating the device they had discovered earlier.

Emma's face turned pale with panic, and she immediately tried to stop Maverick. "Maverick, whatever this gift is, it can wait! The priority now is the shares!" But she was already too late—Maverick had opened the folder. Dozens of photos spilled out onto the table. In the pictures, Emma looked nothing like the delicate, innocent woman she pretended to be in front of him. Instead, she had heavy smoky eye makeup and was dressed in revealing outfits as she partied at various high-end clubs abroad with different men.

Emma sat across from her close friend, Claire, in a cozy corner of their favorite café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle hum of conversation surrounded them, providing a semblance of normalcy amid the chaos that had become Emma’s life. Claire, a pediatrician with a warm, compassionate demeanor, listened intently as Emma recounted everything that had transpired since the revelation on ChatGPT. Claire’s eyes widened with each new detail. “Emma, this is... a lot. I can’t believe you’ve been dealing with all of this on your own.”

My fists clenched against the glass as tears filled my eyes. Emma was pale, barely breathing, clinging to Victoria's wheelchair, pleading in agony through her weakened wolf's whimpers, "Mommy... Emma is so uncomfortable... Emma wants to see Daddy..." But Victoria didn't respond with comfort, instead glaring down at Emma with cold emerald eyes and hissing in a low voice, "Keep begging, Emma. If you can't make your father come to save you, then there's no point in fighting anymore!" The second video was from the medical chamber, showing Emma's small form lifeless on the white hospital bed, her golden eyes closed forever. Dr. Harrison Fletcher announced her death, with the time and cause matchi