Come As You Are Emily Novels & Stories

"I honestly don't know what to say to that. But... is that a yes?" "You want to go to the market? Fine. But you will act appropriately. No wandering off alone. No unnecessary conversations with strangers. You do not give anyone a single reason to think you are unaccompanied or unprotected." Her fork lowers slowly to her plate, her eyes narrowing as she realizes the "yes" comes with a price. "You're not coming," she says, realization dawning on her face. "I have work," I say. "You always have work." "Then you already know the answer."

“Emily?” “Hello, human,” Emily greeted. She wore a bold makeover that complemented her black dress. “Oh, come on! What other surprise do you have for me? Don't tell me you switched sides, you snake!” “You know nothing, Emma,” Emily glared. “You might think Clyde cares. But, let me inform you that he doesn't. This is the best option for you. Better accept it.” “I rather take advice from a two-year-old than you. At least, they will be truthful.”

Her mom said in a calm chilling tone. By her tone, Emma understood that she can't deny it. I will also not let this marriage get fixed so easily. Let me meet that boy, I will teach him such a lesson that he will shiver by hearing my name, Emma thought evilly. ~~~~~ "The first impression is the last impression. You are late on your first day of College. Weren’t you excited?" Amelia asked, narrowing her eyes at Emma who just reached college by taxi. "I am sorry. When I was coming by the alley, John was winking at me. So I picked up a stone and aimed it at his eye! Now he can't even wink at his girlfriend!" Emma said laughing hysterically.

I sighed, meeting her gaze. "Daddy, can I come with you now?" Emily suddenly intervened, her voice tinged with a mix of urgency and longing. She cut through the conversation with a deep, earnest stare, her eyes pleading for a moment of connection. "Of course, sweetheart! Daddy will always want you beside me," I immediately replied. She’s the sweetest thing to come into my life, and her warmth and affection have made all my worries and anxieties disappear. Her presence has been a comforting balm, making me feel cherished and loved in a way I never imagined possible.

Emily can't take it anymore , she just have to speak up . "My lady ..." Emily said in the most pitiful voice and sat down beside Seilin at the floor , but Seilin didn't even notice . "My lady , I understand what you may be feeling right now ." Seilin still remains unchanged like she can't even hear anything . Emily wasn't going to give up though . "I also lost my family once , my mother . I know it's painful . The pain rip your head apart . I had no one back then , my only family once gone , so I became a. maid and came to this house ." Emily looked at her still no reaction like a statue .

Gabriel said and took a few steps away. Emily shot his back a dirty look. Easy for him to say, he was not about to meet who knows how many people looking like a complete wreck. Emily normally did not place this kind of emphasis on looks, but he is just so gorgeous and a king. She was going to show up looking like a homeless abused runaway. Emily groaned into her hands when she realized that she was basically a homeless abused runaway. Just think about the shower, the food, and taking a nap, Emily told herself. Just think about that.

The way you check and discuss with Ralph before you do the same with me. I turned to Ralph, his face was carefully blank. "You see? They trust you more than they trust me. And they've known me my whole life." Ralph's voice was calm. "Emily, you're upset, perhaps we should……." "Don't." I pointed at him. "Don't tell me how I feel. Don't manage me. Don't handle me. I am not a child. I am not a patient. I am your Alpha, and I am still here. Argggggh.” I yelled uncontrollably.

Emily wobbled slightly as she stood. "Steady, girl," she coached herself. "You've got this." A few swipes of lipstick, blood red and bold. Her chestnut hair went up in a messy ponytail, a few stray tendrils framing her face. Emily took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Time to be daddy's good little slut." She made her way downstairs, heels clicking on the hardwood. The living room loomed ahead, shadows dancing in the dim light. Emily's heart pounded as she lowered herself to her knees in the centre of the room.

Any more crying jags over dickhead Ryan? I smiled at her bluntness. Emilia never minced words. Me: I'm good, actually. Surprisingly good. Emilia: That's my girl! You know what they say, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. You should totally put yourself out there more. Me: EMILIA! Emilia: What? Just saying! Plenty of hot guys out there who'd kill to date you. My phone suddenly lit up with Emilia's incoming call. I rolled my eyes and answered.

“My queen, the queen of my heart, I know I have messed up, but thou—” I stopped immediately. “Oh, Lord. I sound like William Shakespeare? What is wrong with me?” I shook my head and paced once in front of the door, trying a few more lines in my head and each one worse than the last. Nothing sounded right. Finally, frustrated and out of options, I just sighed and knocked. A couple of minutes passed, before the door finally opened, and Emily stepped out. “Emily Miller,” I said, staring right into her eyes. “You are coming home with me. And you are doing so right now.”