Getting Real Emma Chase 소설 & 이야기

I’d already given up hope of finding a mate long ago . I watched werewolves around me find theirs , made pups and lived through life times . Having a mate wasn’t the problem though the bigger story is when you find her after she killed an Alpha. ‘’Still nothing? ‘’ I heard Jason ask I was so carried away with my thoughts I didn’t even hear him walk in . Slowly Shaking my in reply to his question I threw my head back in frustration ‘’Damn she’s like a freaking ghost ‘’ He said with a chuckle

He could have been a famous Hollywood actor or some shit. “I am sorry, I am so, so sorry,” she whispers as she places kisses all over my face. I frown, staring at her. This is working and I, for once, am glad. She needs to know I am not fucking around and I will come for her if she doesn’t deliver what I want. I know she will use the hospital excuse, but at the end of the day, The Reaper doesn’t care and doesn’t know. All he knows is that she didn’t deliver what he wanted on time and he did what he promised he would do. “OH MY GOD,” I hear Emma say behind Blake as her eyes move from me to Blake and then back at me. “I’ll get the kit,” she announces, leaving us alone again while Dash follows

I replied, frowning at the memory of having agreed to be Jace’s date. Bea burst into a hearty laugh, which echoed in the room. She then pushed her black permed hair away from her face, revealing her glittery earrings that sparkled in the dim light. “Oh, Max, you don’t look like someone who’s happy to go out. Be irresponsible for once and have some fun tonight!”

Jason gushed, exaggerating his reactions. Asher looked up at the mention of that name. It sounded oddly familiar. Before the show drew to an end, he was able to finally place the identities of the couple before him. It was Talia Steele and her fiance'. In other words, that was Emma's far from pleasant sister, passing out her work as hers once again. At that moment, all he could think about was Emma. What were the chances of her watching the show? Immediately, he picked up his phone, swiftly dialing home. After multiple rings and no pick, he dropped his phone and tapped his fingers on his head, deep in thought.

Heads turned followed by surprised gasps and widened eyes but I ignored them and walked straight to my uncle who was actually staring at me with the same look of shock mirrored on the other's face. “You dropped your jaw, lovely uncle,” I Said with a sweet smile clapping her shoulder, “thank you for warming my seat all these years, but the pack can only have one ruler. And as you can see, I am not dead!” I turned to the others in the hall and grinned, “I am Rhea Storms, and I have come back to reclaim my place as the Alpha of Crescent Pack.”

The screen had just switched to the face of the woman found dead in the water. My blood ran cold. It was Emilia.

One photo showed John sliding a ring onto someone’s finger. John glanced at it and chuckled. "Oh, that. I took Elena shopping for an engagement ring—for Emma! Their hands look similar, so I asked for her help." Stephen’s eyes narrowed. "Then explain this!" He showed another photo—this one of John and Emma in bed, apparently unclothed. John’s smile faded. "That’s... not Elena. That’s Emma!" Emma rolled her eyes. "Stephen, how could you confuse me with your wife? For heaven’s sake, Elena and I are completely different people!"

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

“Go to hell, Scarlett! It’s all your fault. You ruined everything I have. I’m the heroine of this world! How did things end up like this?! It can’t be real!” At that time, Francis’s voice came from outside the door. “Mel, are you in there? Dad’s guests came. They would like to see the real heiress of our family. You need to go downstairs.” “Okay, wait for me, Frank!” Melanie was relieved again when she heard that. Regardless, she was the daughter of the Smith family. She excitedly opened the door of her closet to start picking an outfit. In the end, she examined her reflection with satisfaction and went downstairs to meet the guests.

Emma and Alex were still in their seats, laughing about something. I could not take my eyes off Emma. She was wearing simple jeans and a sweater. No makeup. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Nothing fancy or expensive. But God, she was beautiful. More beautiful than any woman in designer dresses and perfect makeup. Because she was real. She was herself. She was not trying to impress anyone. She was just Emma. The girl I had fallen in love with eight years ago. "She really has you wrapped around her finger, does not she?"