Emilia Clarke Feet Novels & Stories

it was more than she ever deserved. By the half-hour past five, she was ready. The silk fit her form as if the weavers had used her own shadow for the pattern. She slipped out of the estate to meet Clark, avoiding Ryan, who was busy preening for his own arrival at the feast. Clark drove her to a high-end sanctuary in the lower valleys. A stylist named Leena greeted her with a knowing smile. She applied a subtle, luminous shimmer to Emily’s skin, enhancing the sharp intelligence of her eyes.

It looked way too false. This might just be the kind of smile she will be wearing from now on, no thanks to you. I shut my subconscious mind down and dropped the picture on my table like it burned. I was just about to ring for one of my men to get a reply ready for him when my door opened and Emilia walked in. She was dressed in one of those skirts of hers— the kind that hugs her body and leaves little to the imagination— and she had on a white crop top that stopped an inch above her belly button so her skin was exposed from her belly button down to her waist where the red skirt stayed.

Cecelia’s POV Klaus's response caught everyone off guard. I raised an eyebrow as I looked at the girl crouching behind Klaus on the ground. Wow, her eyes were truly heart-wrenching. Her emerald green eyes slowly welled up with tears, her chestnut hair disheveled, and her dirty, tattered clothes couldn't conceal the bloodied wounds and glaring bruises on her body. Despite all this, one could still see her originally snow-white skin and lovely features. Emilia, covered in scars, resembled a warm white jade with a few mottled marks.

After such, they let them be so as not to disturb them. While Emery cleaned off the blood from the king’s body, she started to feel like her feet were being stabbed by sharp glasses. It was only when things settled down did she feel that she acquired rather serious cuts on her feet. There was even a rather large piece of shard that got stuck on the side of her ankle. Shutting her eyes tight and momentarily stopping breathing, she removed it with her bare hand before letting the running water wash away the blood that oozed out.

She was intent on not letting him escape. A boot came flying through the air and hit her in the face. Zach’s arm was freed and he looked to where the flying object had originated. Emilia was standing there with only one boot on. He was saved. She had been the person he had seen. “Ladies, go home and sober up before I report you,” Emilia shouted. She walked over and calmly picked up her missing boot from the ground where it had landed. Zach had never admired her courage so much. The purple haired woman who Zach now realised was very drunk shoved her face in Emilia’s.

She wiped her tears and picks up her phone, dialing her only friend, Tara. "Yes, my dear?" She felt relieved to her friend's usual cheery voice. "Can I go to your house? Right now?" She asks. "Of course!!" Tara answers excitedly, unaware of her friend's condition. Amelia walks to her friend's house, looking like a mess. She's wearing her pajamas topped with a sweater to cover her wrists. Her eyes were bloodshot red from crying and she has dark circles under her eyes. The light that was once coming from her eyes was gone.

A few minutes later, a beautiful middle-aged woman stepped off a sports car. “Clarke? Aren’t you Clarke Watson?” She asked Clarke, who was busy setting up the table. He smiled at her, knowing that she might probably be Keira’s mom. They look a lot like each other. She could be the most gorgeous middle aged woman he ever saw in his life. She approached Clarke with a spark in her eyes and extended her hand. “I am Almira, Keira’s mom. Where is she?” Clarke pointed in the direction of the main house. When she looked at it Keira was already running towards her.

Emilia gasped, her hands rising slightly as though to catch the sight in her palms. “This is… beautiful,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. She stepped forward quickly, her shoes crunching against the grass, and then—without hesitation—she slipped them off and dipped her bare feet into the water. Her shoulders relaxed instantly, her entire body seeming lighter as the ripples spread around her ankles. She turned, smiling, her eyes alight. “Come,” she called. I stood rigid, my arms crossed. “No.” Her nose wrinkled in mock displeasure. “What do you mean, no?”

* The table shook from the force that came from the slamming of Emilia's hand as she took out the frustrations she felt from Aiden. "That God Damn Fucking son of a bitch!" Emilia shouted while Aerys tried her best to hush her. Aerys Clarke is Emilia's classmate in college. She was with Emilia during good and bad times. The last time they had met was during their graduation ceremony. Both of them became busy afterward and had missed the chance to meet personally. Emilia told Aerys what had happened from what she had remembered that night to meeting Aiden once again at her workplace. Emilia came crashing to Aerys's apartment upon knowing that Aerys was free. The two ladies took their time copi

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.