Dishonored 2 Emily Kaldwin Novels & Stories

he replied. Emily nodded in agreement, feigning bashfulness as she walked alongside Alpha Jason through the serene garden. She allowed herself to hold his hand, relishing the sensation of his warmth and strength beside her. Their footsteps echoed softly against the path as they made their way to their respective cars. Emily's heart raced with anticipation, her mind already plotting the next steps of her revenge. As they reached their vehicles, Emily and Alpha Jason exchanged a final glance before getting in and driving away. As Emily drove home, her fingers dialed her mother's number with a sense of triumph coursing through her veins. Gloria's voice came through the phone, filled with concer

she vows, taking out her phone. “Hello, Fab,” she says as soon as the other end connects. “Hi, baby. How are you doing?” Fabulous? asked the other end. “I want some information on Mark Camfrey and his mother.” Fab needed not to ask more. “Onnit,” Emeilia sighs in relief, placing her mobile on the nightstand. “I have been overly weak, and it is time we get this show running.” Emilia closes her eyes, and soon, sleep drifts her away. In Fredrick Camfrey's home office, Kelvin Glen stands shivering like a mouse soaked in cold water.

My voice trembled as suspicion started to crystallize into cold fear. Emily turned to me, her eyes glinting with something I couldn’t place. “Oh, Callie,” she said. “Did you really think I needed your help for a burial?” My heart raced as she turned back to me, with a cold expression. “So, she’s the one,” she said. “Make sure you do a clean job. Make her disappear.” Her lips curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, Callie,” she sneered. “There was never a burial. You believed every word I said, didn’t you?”

Better than getting the other call, the kill order. “Word is you know how to make one of those work for you,” said Nathan, walking up to her with a smile on his face. Nathan didn’t need anyone to tell him it wasn’t her though. Calvin Hunter was the guy. He had to be. “Well I’m no assassin or soldier, but in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly the damsel in distress type either,” Emily answered, reaching for her stopwatch as she finished assembling the rifle. Nathan grabbed it instead.

he winked letting go of her hand. "I Don't know anything about that" Emily said. " You will learn" Emily wanted to protest but before she could do so, Damien reached his hands for his pocket pulling out his phone where he pretended to take a call. Emily humphed going to the room. Damien looked back watching her retreating figures after she was gone, he dialled a number. "Hello boss" it was Garry on the other line. " I want you to find out everything you can about the s¢oundrel that dared to touch Emily.

“Anna, I’m sorry you’re dealing with this. But I can’t work for the Garvalles anymore. I don’t belong there. And you know I’ve broken off my personal relationship with Emeric. I’m sorry, I can’t help you.” “You have to come and talk to him,” she pleads. “He wants to see you. He misses you so much, Cecilia…” Anna trails off, then dissolves into tears again. I hear a sudden banging on her end. It sounds like a door was thrown open. Then there’s a second, even louder BANG! – the door being slammed shut. Then Emeric’s voice, loud, stern and agitated, rings out, shouting, “Did I hire you to hide in a corner making phone calls, or to work?!”

hе trаils оff. "Whаt?" I cоck а brоw, I dоn't еvеn bothеr tо lооk intо his lаptоp. I just leаn bаck wаiting fоr him tо соntinue. "It's а girl," hе clаrifies. So it isn't somеоnе whо is mеssing with mе. Good. "Hеr nаmе is Еmily Whites," hе sаys, still focused оn his lаptоp. "Shе's а florist," hе аdds tо his stаtemеnt.

As she watched their figures disappear down the hall, Emma’s expression darkened, her eyes burning with resentment. They thought they could just cast her aside? She wasn’t someone they could simply discard. A sharp ding sounded from her purse. It was from the old burner phone. She pulled it out and checked the message. “Target Two has been eliminated.” Emma’s lips curled into a smile. Finally, she was free of Jacob. *

I had lost track of who was speaking and how their voices sounded. "You saw her by the boundary and the first place you thought to bring her was here? What if this is some Trojan horse plot?" The voice was young and bold, yet it commanded so much authority. "Who is she?" He asked again. "We don't know, sir, but…" the man was silent again. There was a ruffle. "But what, Maverick?" "Daxton says she looks like Hope Embers." There was a long beat of silence before I heard the man speak again. I needed to see who this man was. I struggled to open my eyes and noticed I was in a big hall.

She just really wanted to use it and right now she's pissed at Malakai so why not piss him off even more. Matthew Park, who was Eleanor's husband and Eden, was planning to put a bullet straight through his head with the gun that was nicely strapped around her waist. She found out from the security guards that Malakai was in the building, but he wasn't in his office. Perfect time for Eden to break in, and just as her luck had it, the office was unlocked. She picked the lock on the drawer with her earring, something she had earned as a teenager when her parents weren't home, and she didn't have a key. "You better fucking hide Park." Eden mumbled as she reached Park Industries. She looked up at