Emma X Ray の小説・ストーリー

But now, the person he loved was unraveling, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. As they entered Emma’s room, they were met with a sight that made Harrison’s stomach twist with dread. Emma was lying on the floor in the fetal position, her body trembling. Her face was pale, and her eyes were hollow—empty, like the light inside her had been snuffed out. “Emma!” Harrison rushed to her side, kneeling down next to her. “Emma, please, talk to me.” At first, she didn’t respond. Her eyes were unfocused, staring into nothing. But then, slowly, they shifted toward him, though it took a moment for recognition to flicker in her gaze.

Emma took a deep breath and then stepped into the waiting room. No one paid her any attention, so Emma took her seat and looked around. She saw male and female omegas. Most of them were expecting; their bumps were already visible. The whole room was filled with a sweet scent, and Emma started to wonder if she smelled the same. She hoped not. She had to keep it a secret. And also to keep her anxiety at bay. She shook her head and then started looking for brochures to occupy herself with something, anything. And she couldn't use her phone. The urge to call Lucus was too strong. She needed a different distraction.

“Reigna, it’s not what you think-” “Don’t hide it anymore, Axle.” Emma snickered, boldly showing off as she laid in his chest, both of their bodies were covered with the white blankets, with their clothes scattered all over the room. I don’t know what to say. “Babe, look. This is-”

Emma found herself engrossed in a world she had only dreamed of, as the lines between reality and myth blurred before her eyes. Lost in her research, Emma became aware of a strange sensation stirring within her—a pull toward the moonlit sky outside her window. She felt a surge of energy, an unfamiliar strength coursing through her veins. Her reflection in the mirror caught her attention, and she approached it with a mix of fear and exhilaration. Gazing at her own image, she noticed a subtle change, a flicker of amber flecks amidst her once-vibrant blue eyes. Her heart raced as the truth dawned on her!

Ermingard replied. “Put him on video feed...” Professor Morell blurted out. Ms. Ermingard placed the cellphone flat on the table and tapped something on the screen. A thin light came from the device, which widened out and created a 3D image of a frowning Professor Morell’s face. “Woah! What is that?!” Vincent exclaimed with joy, “That is just so totally cool!” “I know, right?” Dorin said, equally impressed, “And there’s not a thaum of mana used in it!”

--- At the Restaurant Emma and Dexter sat by the window, the soft evening light casting a golden glow on the street outside. The restaurant had a warm, cozy atmosphere, filled with the low hum of conversations and the clinking of cutlery. Emma kept her gaze on her plate, quietly chewing her food. Her shoulders were slightly tense, but not from fear—just a lingering discomfort from being seen. Dexter, on the other hand, stole glances at her, trying not to make it obvious. He found himself oddly comforted by her presence.

Emma said proudly and took her back pack from the bedlamp shelve. She placed it on her thighs and opened it. Gracie moved closer to her to have a better view of the inside. Firstly Emma brought out a pair of cellophane hand gloves. “too bad, I’ve got just one pair.” She muttered wearing them. Gracie scoffed. Then she brought out a small wrap of cocaine… in a transparent small sachet. “oh my god!” Gracie exclaimed and stared at her friend. “you did it!” she half yelled.

I needed to know what took her too long after impatiently waiting for those fifteen more minutes to be over I called her, Hello Millers. Sir? Sir...... mmmh so good, I want more....Xander .....not so fast...I'm gonna.... Millers? Millers? Emma? What's going on? Then the call disconnected. Xander? Alexander? Damn it! What was she doing with him? How was he here in Manhattan? Just the thought of what Emma implied made me crazy... Not so fast? I want more? Emma's POV I walked over to Jada's coffee shop from Power Corp. Since I was familiar with the place I had to greet my now turned friend Lisa then Jada who wouldn't stop praising Ace.

She was limping a little due to the sores. The sun seemed to be shinnig brightly this morning but non of this seemed to matter to Alexa in her eyes everywhere was just dark and scary. Scary was for the fact that she would be getting married tommorow. Alexa had gotten up to eat since she could not escape the least she could do right now was to stuff her stomach with food trying to fill her empty but wearing heart.(Alexa was a stress eater).

“What’ve you got so far?” “Gabe, why don’t you tell them about EMF?” Elijah suggested. Alex’s lip pulled up at the corner. “EMF?” he asked stupidly. “Electromagnetic field,” Gabriel explained condescendingly. When he turned his back, Alex struggled to fight a full-blown smile. I had to turn my head to hide mine. “Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector.” Gabriel produced a gray plastic box from a duffel bag and pulled out its long antenna. The box was complete with cheesy green display and mediocre-looking red meter. “Like this bad boy right here.”