Come As You Are Emily Novels & Stories

Mm-hmm, I'll be right down. ******* Emily pulled Amelia into the car and drove forward with a kick on the gas. Amelia said nervously to Emily, "Emily, slow down, it's dangerous." Emily took a look at Amelia and shook her head, "Amelia, you weren't like this before, why have you become like this now, you're afraid of doing things, you don't have any impetus, ever since you've been married to Ezra for the past few years, look how much you've changed, I think I can hardly recognize you."

“Leave that to me. Just make them believe you enough to want to conduct the test. Act like your life depends on it—because it does.” “Okay then,” Emily said quietly. “I’ll act properly.”

"Oh, Emily, what happened to you? Are you okay?" Emily's reaction was swift and fierce. She flung his hands away, her eyes blazing with a warning. "Don't touch me!" Amelia stepped forward, her voice laced with feigned worry. "Emily, darling, we were worried sick about you. Are you alright? What happened?" Emily's gaze narrowed, her eyes darting between Jackson and Amelia. She knew their concern was a ruse, a ploy to manipulate and control. She refused to play along, her silence a defiant shield against their false empathy.

Emily answered all my questions one by one. Moreover, I couldn't find anything wrong with her answers. Hesitating for a moment, I turned my head to look at her and asked in a voice with a hint of doubt, "Nobody should have taught you how to answer my questions, right?" Upon hearing this, Emily was confused. Looking at me, she spoke after a long time. "No." I looked at Emily carefully and thought to myself, "As the saying goes, One's appearance is formed through his/her thoughts. Emily looks like a simple girl from the looks of it."

“Let’s just eat straight from the box. We don’t need plates” “Are you sure? You don’t seem like a straight-from-the-box type of girl” When she throws back her head and laughs, it’s like music to my ears. “The real me? the Emily on the inside is a simple girl at heart” Taking a slice, she brings it to her mouth, taking a bite. “That’s what I love about you. You’re a breath of fresh air”

Emily obediently closed her eyes, "I won't look. I'll wait until the day you're truly willing to take off the mask. I can wait until then, right?" Mr. Satan's smile was somewhat bitter and helpless. "Emily, you're so accommodating." "Not at all," she shook her head, "You told me to have confidence in myself. I was originally afraid to go on stage dressed like this, but I remembered what you told me: I'm no less than anyone else. So, I decided to listen to you." Mr. Satan lifted her chin with his finger and placed a gentle kiss near her lips. "You're such a good girl."

"Alex: I'll be there." A simple statement, but one that carried an undeniable certainty. Emily stared at the screen, her smile widening, her eyes gleaming with a playful intensity. She couldn't help but compare her relationship with Ethan—so orderly and polite, as if they were students diligently following the rules, fearful of making mistakes. There had been no room for teasing or spontaneity. Now, with Alex, she wanted to be different. She wanted to be someone unafraid, carefree, and bold—someone who followed her instincts without looking back. She blinked, her fingers dancing over the keyboard as she typed her final playful challenge: "Whoever doesn't show up is a coward."

Chapter 114 [ Casper ] “ Why did you come here , I already handled it well .” Emily said looking out the window “ I thought you wouldn't be able to handle it well so I came for backup . “ Casper said “It was awkward back there .” Emily said chuckling “ Sorry , just hated them . Are you really going to go to the press conference with them. “ Casper asked “Sure if I don't go how will I make them lose face . After they tell their pathetic story I have a gift for them .”Emily said smiling

Why couldn't he come to talk to her? "Not really, he told me he did ask you but well em..." Bella sat on the bed. "You like him?" Emily interrupted. "Am I being selfish?" "You are being a good friend," Emily held her hand in hers. "There is nothing wrong in expressing how you feel about someone, so do you like, like him, like him or you just like him?" Emily asked, she didn't care what her answer would be, all she wanted was for her friend to be happy.

Was Emily out to test my self-control? ****