Novel & Cerita Come As You Are Emily

Liam Kings “ Nothing Lucy, send her in.” He says as he adjusts himself in his chair. A few seconds pass and a slight knock is heard before the door knob turns, indicating that someone was entering. Emilia Peyton comes into view and it takes Liam sometime to realize that she was the one. The last time they met she wore a casual clothing which made her look like a normal person. ‘An extremely beautiful normal person’ he thought. If he thought she looked like a goddess the last time he saw her, then there wasn’t yet a word to describe her right now.

I didn't know why, but I needed to know how that treaty with Indiana had gone. ATHUR'S POV "I love that we are pulling this off. No one even suspected anything. One would think that I am an actress from the way I was milking the shit out of everything that was happening. You saw me, right? How do you think I did?" Emily said seating at the edge of my table, legs crossed. She had been talking my ear off with all the continuous praise she kept on giving herself. It was tiring and irritating as usual but I set down to be honest with her.

said Emily . " Really ? " asked Eskylrious looking at her with a doubtful expression . " I am quite confident in my matchmaking abilities . I will be , the matchmaker ! " said Emily with a smirk . " .......I am starting to doubt my decision for asking you . " said Eskylrious looking at her confident attitude . " How mean ! You will see ! With my immense knowledge and romantic adivces , even she will soften her heart to you . " said Emily with a confident smile .

Emilia turned slowly, her face cycling through expressions, shock, anger, embarrassment, and finally, a cold, defensive blankness. "Emily," Emilia said brightly, so brightly, Emily felt like throwing up at the disgusting pretence "What are you doing here?" "Nice to see you too, sister." Emily walked further into the room, her heels clicking against the bare floors. "I came to talk to you. But it seems I arrived during the main event." She folded her fingers between each other, but she didn't smirk immediately, she wanted them to still continue if they could. If there was one thing she learnt which she loved to share along her life’s journey, it was that laughing at your enemies' downfall, ma

“It sounds perfect.” Elaine reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “Then why not?” Emily stared down at her plate for a long moment, the steam rising between them. “I wouldn’t even know where to start,” she said quietly. Elaine waited. “I was created in a lab,” Emily went on, her voice steady but distant, like she was talking about someone else. “I didn’t grow up like other people. I didn’t learn how to live among humans. Every step I took, someone was watching. Measuring. Correcting.”

I looked up at her. “You’ve already stepped into his world,” she said. “Whether you like it or not.” My heart sank. “You can’t pretend you’re still standing outside.” Her words wrapped around my chest like invisible chains. “If you stay soft,” she continued gently, “you will become disposable.” The word hit me harder than the slap. “If you stay confused,” she added, “you’ll become a target.” My breathing turned shallow. “So what do I do?” Emily looked at me for a long moment. Then she spoke quietly. “If you’re already part of his game…”

"Do you own any healthy food?" "No." "That explains everything." I dragged myself out of bed and slowly walked into the living room. Emily had already opened the windows. Fresh air drifted inside. Two mugs sat on the table. She looked entirely too comfortable in my apartment, like she'd lived there longer than I had. "Did Charles really send you?" I asked. "No." "Really?" "No." "Then why are you here?" Emily sat down. "Because someone needs to stop you from becoming one of those women who survive entirely on crackers and self-pity."

“They never did.” Emily’s heels clicked softly against the floor as she followed me, her gaze sharp and thoughtful. “Then stop trying to give it to them,” she said simply. I paused, turning slightly to look at her over my shoulder. “What do you mean?” She stepped closer, her voice lowering just enough to make it feel more deliberate. “If they already see you as the villain,” she said, “then why not become one?” I held her gaze, letting her words sink in, turning them over in my mind until they settled into something that made sense in a way nothing else had.

And just like that, the voices were gone. “Are you okay, Emily?” Amelia asked softly. “I will be. It’s all so new. But I’ll get used to it,” I replied and finally slipped into the floral dress.

she said. Emily glanced down at the bandaged hand clutching her forearm. Her brow lifted, coolly. “WE don’t know each other, and I have nothing to say to you.” “Don’t be so cold. After all, I’m an old friend of Aaron’s,” Amelia sighed theatrically. “Looking at you up close today… I gotta admit, we really do look alike.” She shamelessly eyed Emily up and down like they were besties catching up. Emily’s brows drew together. “YOU done staring? Then let go before I hurt you.”