Romans & histoires Poder Emma

The blanket was doing justice to that. “You aren’t going to answer the question?” Emma poses, tired of her sister’s silence. “That's because I think you already know the answer to that, Emma. If you already have dug into the powers that have been stored in you before your eighteen birthday, then it means that something had triggered it, before its time. It means that you had probably fought against something. Something must have tried to hurt you, and so it jumped out.” Emma said nothing, but she remembered the first time she had seen the power. It had been in Zipfarah’s palace; when they had tried to stop her from going back to the pack, when the queen had contained her in a cage.

And she was right when she said she was nothing without me. I didn’t know what type of intervention she experienced these past few days, but I won’t argue with that. The important thing was that she was back to her regular submissive self who could not live without me. Of course Emma would stay. Being the Alpha’s wife came with privileges… wealth, power, influence, you name it. She could get anything she wanted with a simple command. No one in their right mind would give that up. I guess Jessica was right all along. Emma wasn’t staying out of love or loyalty. She was staying because she was a power-hungry leech who was desperate to stay above everyone else.

And then it came back to why I can even intimidate Emma even though she is very high at controlling herself. I don't have any answer to that if not that since my life I have only known how to get more powerful and powerful. I was only thinking about how to get stronger and stronger. I was only thought that with enough power one can put anything under control, I guess that was how I subconsciously built the control energy since five years old till now, I'm even slightly stronger than those two shadow iron colleagues of mine so how can Emma compare? And then a question popped in my mind "Did you get affected too?" I asked and he was never expecting the question from the way he reacted. "Thank

Callum stops the fight. "Since you left, Emma doesn't want to eat or drink. You know, now she is frail. I wonder if Emna will be able to survive. You know that she is not a human who has superpowers like us. Even though her blood is very rare blood proper, Emma is just an ordinary person. "W-what?" Callum was surprised to hear Derek's explanation. "Stupid girl, I told her not to do strange things; why don't she eat now," muttered Callum.

"It's nothing. You would have done the same for me. But we need to talk. There's something you both need to know." Kaida and Aric exchanged a look, sensing the gravity of the situation. They sat down with Emma, ready to hear what she had to say. Aric and Kaida's attention was immediately drawn to Emma's words. The room went silent as they waited with bated breath for her to continue. "I know what you're thinking," Emma said, "that I'm a mere mortal and that my words don't hold much weight. But hear me out. I have been researching for years about the powers that be and what I have discovered is something that you might find interesting."

I said. "But how come your appearance changed?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. Emma smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I can do that with my power," she said, her voice filled with pride. "That's cool," I replied, genuinely impressed. I had never met anyone with powers like Emma's before. It was fascinating to see what she could do. "Can you show me more?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. Emma laughed, a playful sound.

“And do you think that it would go simply when you're dead?” “You keeping me alive would mean that I am used as leverage or that I can just run away.” He said, mocking her. “Do you think that Delilah is going to be able to kill me? That she's going to be thankful for what you've done? That she wouldn't turn against you when power starts to seize? She is built for power, she's not built to submit, and she's never going to submit to you. Sienna didn’t flinch. She didn’t even blink.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

"Where do you think you’re going, dressed like that?" Emma raised an eyebrow, glancing at his hand. "where does it look like I'm going to Emma asked?" Her voice was calm, but there was a challenge in her eyes. " of course I’m going to train dumb ass." "Train? For what exactly?" Gregory’s voice held a note of disbelief, his eyes narrowing. Emma sighed, brushing off his concern. "For the future. I’ve been having these dreams—visions, actually. And they’re always... unsettling." She shifted uncomfortably. "With everything going on, especially with the issue of Delilah, maybe if I train, I can figure out if I have... powers or something. Maybe they’ll surface if I push myself."