Emilia Clarke Gif Novels & Stories

Charlie Hunnam brunette twin. “Good morning, sunshine. You seem to be eager waking up?” She bit her lip and Clarke’s eyes lingers at her movement. She could’ve swear that he had growl at that and he push himself to sit up. The thin sheets fell and El shriek. She covers her face which made Clarke laughed. “You act like you never seen it before, baby. I’m offended.” “I don’t care if I’ve seen it a million times. You don’t have to present it to me like a bone. I’m not a dog!”

After several minutes of silence Erik asked Emily, “What is your name?” Emily remained quiet for a moment and then very slowly replied, “Emily Millers.” “What do you see Emily?” “I see myself in my house!” Emily replied in a very low almost inaudible voice. “You see yourself as Emily?” “No…my name is Clara!” “What are you doing Clara?” Dr Erik asked. “I….I am crying..I am sad! I want…want to…die…I want Edward!” Emily said. “Who is Edward Clara?” Dr Erik asked. “Edward…..he ….is…my husband….”

They chuckled after hearing what I said. "You're right. By the way I'm Diane Villaren from Ethmus and this is Lyndon Kashiver from Valor," she said to introduce herself and the prince beside her. "I'm Ana Mae Villashne and this is Leana Swendel my friend." Leana waved her hands to them. "Hello your highnesses, it was nice meeting you," she said politely. "It was nice meeting you too Leana," Diane said happily. "Me too," Lyndon said that made Leana's eyes sparkle like diamonds.

Clara was nowhere in sight. The woman waiting in the living room looked like an older version of her mother. Same sharp cheekbones. Same dark hair streaked with silver. Same eyes that seemed to see too much. She smiled when she saw Emelia, and the smile was warm in a way that made Emelia’s skin crawl. “My beautiful granddaughter,” the woman said. “You look just like I imagined you would. Strong. Hungry. Ready.” Emelia stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Marcus moved to stand beside her but she held up her hand. She needed to do this alone. She needed to hear it without his shadow protecting her.

“A man you love? Are you certain about that? Because from what I saw, you were forced. He had his wolf handle you — and you call that love!” Clair instantly tensed up. Kathleen had mentioned the second person in her video was someone powerful, someone they couldn't afford to offend. Never had she thought it would turn out to be Emilia. She gritted her teeth but stood firm. Since it had begun, she was willing to see the end of it.

The gesture is so different from the air kisses I’m used to that I’m startled, in the best way. “Emilia,” she says, her smile genuine and friendly, unlike the ones I’m used to in these circles. I shake her hand and nod politely. “Elena.” Sofia smiles and leans in. “Emilia is Carter Clarke’s wife. They don’t live here, but when Emilia is in town, she usually joins us for lunch. Emilia and Carter have founded many charitable organizations, and Emilia is always trying to make a difference. I think you’ll really like her.”

It was hurting like love. It had the Janelle era written all over it. Albeit worst. “Gavin?” I froze. That voice wasn’t Lyric’s. I didn’t bother looking up. “What do you want?” I muttered. Emilia stepped into view, heels clicking against the floor. She was smiling like she had something to offer, something I’d want. Newsflash: she didn’t. “I saw what happened. That mute girl is really something,” she said, arms crossed, like she was waiting for me to agree.

Emilia stood in the center of the clearing, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. The battle was over, and the pack was safe. But Emilia couldn't shake the feeling that something was still off. As she stood there, lost in thought, a figure emerged from the trees. It was an old woman, her face lined with age and wisdom. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back like a river of moonlight, and her eyes sparkled with a deep, inner knowing.

We don’t always use our Alpha titles during sex, but sometimes it’s fun and this is one of those nights. “Goddess, yes. I need to feel you inside me. Please.” She begs, practically whimpering, her emerald green eyes pleading with me. Those eyes. When Scarlett turns those big green eyes on you, it’s like she’s looking directly into your soul. It’s almost unnerving, yet at the same time, you never want to pull your eyes away from hers.

JAIME ADRIEL The moment the message came in, I picked up my phone, thinking it was something work-related. But no, it was a video. Clarissa. In a kitchen. With George Aberforth. My jaw clenched before I even realized it. Her laughter rang through the speakers, light and carefree. She wasn’t even in the frame for most of the video, but her smile was loud enough to feel. And for some reason, that pissed me off more than I care to admit.