Emilia Clarke Gif Novels & Stories

Emilia's heart pounded in her chest, her emotions raw and exposed. The room seemed to fade into the background as Emilia's focus remained fixed on Lucas. She took a step forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "Lucas..." But then Emilia's gaze dropped to Lucas's arms, and her world crumbled. In his embrace stood a woman with faded golden hair, its soft hues cascading down her back like sunset whispers. Her skin, a warm beige, glowed with a subtle radiance. Her eyes, a deep shade of brown, sparkled with warmth, fringed with lashes that added to their allure. Her features were delicate, yet defined, with high cheekbones and a small nose.

I simply held him tightly. In the opposite building, Grace stood by the window, watching us as usual. When she saw Irvin stand up from his wheelchair and hug me tightly, she asked the person beside her to take a picture of us. "Emilia is truly capable. If she weren't my enemy, I'd collaborate with her. With her research skills, we could dominate the medical field together," she muttered. After all, she was an ambitious woman.

“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?”

“Whatever the lady wants.” She stared at him. “This is our day.” He exhaled, finally glancing at her. “Grace. You’ve planned this since before we even met. Just tell me where to stand.” Her smile faltered. But only for a moment. “Fine,” she said, masking it. “Just show up in your tux and don’t ruin the pictures.” —- Back in the ER, Emilia pressed gauze to a trauma patient’s open wound, her hands moving expertly, mind distant.

My breath caught in my throat. There she was—Emilia. Her brown curls bouncing as she laughed in the passenger seat of Adrian’s car. Her head tilted and rested gently on his shoulder. Her fingers curled tightly around his. I clenched my jaw. Next video,she was blowing kisses on a video call. “Come home soon,” she said, her voice light, teasing. I closed the laptop. Slowly. Carefully. Like it might explode if I moved too fast. “She really loves him,” I said quietly, staring into the dark corner of the room.

she giggled softly, her voice muffled against his chest. Kara watched them, her heart tightening. Jairo held Emilia, his face blank for a brief second before he forced a smile and rubbed her hair gently. When Emilia pulled back, she was about to speak again then she noticed Kara. Her eyes widened. The reaction was the same on both sides, except Kara’s shock came with guilt and awe. They looked exactly alike. The only differences were subtle. Emilia’s hair was longer, her frame more petite. The way she dressed made her look almost like a high school girl.

I said, quickly ending the call. I swiped to my messages and waited several agonizing seconds for it to load. Finally … after all these years, there she was … my sweet Emilia. I finally had a picture of her. She was still breathtaking, still my perfect vision. I absentmindedly stroked the screen over her hair, trying to remember it's softness, it's tart scent. She was a goddess and my cock stirred, tightening my pants. Felix was suddenly awake and I felt his eyes shutter mine, trying to see the picture as well.

I select my capsule and place it in the machine and listen to it make the noises of coffee coming through. Looking around, I could just stand here for an hour or two, take pictures of people coming and going and those milling around. I imagine black and white images that would look perfect showing the sharp lines of the inside of the building and the intricacy of expressions on people’s faces as they go about their morning. “Ava Gardner?” A young girl dressed in black trousers, a la Audrey Hepburn style with an off the shoulder black fitted top extends her hand towards me. “I’m Emilia. Darla’s assistant. Pleased to meet you.” I shake hands with her.

Her silver hair was tied with a black scrunchie and she was wearing a beautiful titan watch in her left hand. Despite possessing such exquisite features, Emma never wore any makeup. Claire was also befuddled by this fact as to why that girl wore no makeup on such a big day when the entire female staff had first visited a salon before coming to the company. The CEO of Knight Corporation was rumored to be a young and hot guy so they didn’t want to let go of their chances of wooing the billionaire. But Emma was an exception. She didn’t even ask Claire about his arrival which was something shocking yet weird.

“Which is probably the best place for her, sis.” He scowled. “She’ll be able to get help there.” “Oh, God! Tell me you don’t mean that!” Didn’t he? Griffin didn’t know. But what he did know was that his morning had been a lot better before Emeline had rushed into his office, bringing to mind a girl he’d rather strip from it altogether. 'Gloriana "Glow" Templeton'. Currently considered one of the sexiest women on the planet and a very talented actress. He didn’t follow films but he’d seen her first one, some art-house rubbish made by a precocious upstart of a director about the end of the world.