Emilia Clarke Butt Novels & Stories

Kayla asked, her curiosity piqued to the highest point. I think that should be his name, Emily said, uncertain. That person had called him Clair anyways. Kayla’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You have no idea who he is, do you?” Emily shook her head in disagreement, shrugging absentmindedly. "That's Julian freaking Clair!" Kayla exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. "The billionaire investor? He's like, one of the most influential people in the city!" Emily's eyes widened in shock. "What? Are you sure about it?"

Emilia stares at me, eyes wide, shocked more than hurt. Then the screen appears. [TASK COMPLETED ] The screen flashes into existence right in front of me, bright and unapologetic. [REWARD GRANTED] [CONFIDENCE +20] [$30,000 DEPOSITED] A rush spreads through my chest. I straighten my shoulders with pride. Claudia is yelling now. “Have you lost your mind?! You think you can assault people in my house?!” Emilia’s voice shakes. “Dad, Mom, did you see that?! She hit me!! That psychopath hit me!!!”

she said, her voice low. Clara took a step forward, eyes blazing. “Oh, I know enough. I know people like you don’t last. You act like you’ve made it just because he hasn’t thrown you out yet. But he will. And when he does, you’ll be right back in the gutter where you belong.” The words cut deep. The thought of lifting her hand—of striking Clara across the face—flashed vividly in Emilia’s mind. For a single, trembling second, she wanted to do it. She wanted to make her feel even a fraction of the pain she carried.

“Everything you can find on her. I don’t care if it takes all night. I want every single thing about her, who she is, where she came from, her childhood. I want to know if she uses the bathroom, I want to know where she uses it.” Ethan stood near the desk, expression rigid. Carter leaned against the wall by the door, arms crossed, already tense. Both men understood when I was angry, and right now I was more than just angry, I was livid. That woman approached my mate and she did it without question. She did it without difficulty and the cold chill that Sienna felt, it did not make sense. Ethan nodded. “You want just Delilah?”

Was Emilia fucking with him? *****************************************

She may not appreciate that. I am at a loss as to how to make this stupid human realize we need our mate. And the way he’s spiraling scares me. I see the concern in his Beta and Gamma, but I don’t know what could possibly make him realize that he needs to get a grip on reality. It’s sad what happened to Leila and I will get my revenge, but the same people that killed Leila are the ones that hurt Emilia. Doesn’t she deserve someone to get justice for her too? We all saw the conditions she was living in while in Black Claw. Just a few months here, and she is already gaining muscle mass from her training with the Beta and being allowed to have freaking food.

Aditya Wardana interjected sharply. The courtroom projector screen descended. A video played. The scene was heartbreaking. Emely was seen yanking Clarisa’s ear until the child cried in pain after accidentally spilling a drink meant for Vanes. Dewangga appeared as well—walking past his crying daughter without a second glance, too busy embracing Vanes. The courtroom turned deathly silent. The judge stared at the screen, his brows furrowed deeply. “Grandma… it hurts…” Clarisa’s broken voice echoed from the video, enough to pierce anyone’s heart.

It was a woman, her posture poised but hesitant, as though she wasn’t sure if she was welcome. “Can I help you?” Emilia called out, her tone friendly but cautious. The woman turned, her features becoming clearer. She looked vaguely familiar, her face etched with the lines of age and experience. “Emilia Cain?” the woman asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Yes,” Emilia replied, stepping closer. “And you are?” “I’m Vanessa Clarke,” the woman said, her words hanging in the air. “Adrian Clarke’s sister.” Emilia froze, memories of Adrian’s threats and the chaos he had brought flooding back. “What are you doing here?”

"I’ll start digging into her background, see what we can use. But Emma, if we’re doing this, you need to prepare for the worst. The Collective won’t hesitate to eliminate anyone they suspect is working against them." Emma met his gaze, determination hardening her expression. "Let them try." The following day, Alex discovered a key detail: Dr. Morgan had a sister, Lila, who was estranged from her family. Lila had a history of activism against corporate corruption and had once publicly criticized biotech companies involved in unethical experiments. If anyone could sway Dr. Morgan, it might be her sister.

Mandy bragged. Clarissa couldn’t help but smirk. “Would they?” She taunted lowly. “Of course,” Mandy said defensively. Clarissa shrugged and let the matter go. If Mandy was starting to be on edge, she needed to shut her mouth “Strip, C. The portion wouldn’t work on it until you are butt naked.” “Like the day you were born,” Ember muttered at the other side of the room. Clarissa looked at the older witch who had been quiet, observing the whole process. Ember was always so kind and attentive. She was like an elder best friend to Clarissa. But today, she had been a bit quieter which had been strange in the least.