Come As You Are Emily Novels & Stories

Freda spoke, her voice cautious, "Emily, what happened to you? Are you... possessed?" Emily's laugh echoed with a chilling malevolence, sending a shiver down Scarlett's spine. "Oh, dear sister, possessed is such a crude term," she replied, her voice now laced with an unsettling darkness. "Let's just say I've embraced a new path, a new source of power. It's exhilarating, really, to feel the rush of this newfound strength surging through me." Scarlett's mind raced, searching for answers, trying to make sense of this surreal situation. She couldn't deny the unease that had settled within her. The Emily she knew would never speak in such a manner, never revel in dark powers that seemed to consum

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.

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

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…”

“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.”

She walked in wearing cream cashmere and confidence, her glossy black hair perfect despite the October wind. When our eyes met across the café, her smile faltered for just a brief moment before it snapped back into place. “Emery.” She slid into the seat across from me, with a polished grace. “You look incredible. I mean, considering everything you've been through…” “Save it.” The pleasantries die on her lips. Good. I'm not here for small talk. “I wasn't sure you'd actually come,” she said,. Her fingers were dancing nervously around her purse strap. “When you called, I thought—”

I'll do it! Mrs. Jenny beamed with delight. "Emily, you're a lifesaver! Or should I say, a commission-saver?" She chuckled at her own joke. Sarah approached her. "girl, what are you getting yourself into? Alex Reynolds is... a handful." Emily smiled confidently. "I can handle it! It's just a massage, right?" Sarah shook her head, The room fell silent, with everyone giving her a "You poor, naive soul" look. Sarah mouthed, "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, girl!"