Emilia Clarke Novels & Stories

"You heard me, Tito of the Year. When are you available? Because I'm introducing you to my friend Clarisse." Damian snorted over his coffee. "Plot twist." Saben blinked. "Clarisse? Clarisse Campbell? The marketing consulting one with the relentlessly symmetrical face?" "Yes," Eliana said proudly. "Also, she's nice, intelligent, a master of sarcasm—essentially, an equal to your chaos." "I don't require an equal to my chaos. My chaos is holy. Your chaos is lonely," chimed in Grandma Leila from the couch, not even glancing up from her knitting.

The day before filming started, Emilia invited me out for coffee. We met at a coffee shop. Emilia came up to me and said, "Sasha, I’ve checked for you. You’ll be working with Fred and Kourtney. Fred is the lead actor, and Kourtney is the lead actress." "Fred?" I remembered seeing him on TV. He’s a very popular male star, handsome and talented, winning multuple awards at such a young age.

Emma. Fuck!

A woman with sleek blonde hair and a skintight red dress flung herself at Hunter, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Hunter!" she exclaimed, loud enough for half the room to hear. "It's been absolutely ages!" I froze, my stomach dropping as recognition hit me. Emma Mackay—Hunter's ex, the supermodel he'd been with before Helena. She hadn't been invited; I had been involved with the guest list, so she must be someone's plus one.

I decided to follow the sound hoping for the best. I got to the kitchen, suddenly heaving a sigh of relief as soon as I laid my eyes on her. She stood by the sink, slowly stirring a mix of flour and cocoa in a bowl. Her white Apron had a few stains but she looked relaxed and engrossed in her work. She hadn't noticed me in the tensive room full of maids who were tensive at my presence. The woman close to the entrance shakily went down on her knees and they all stopped what they were doing, drawing Lena's attention to me. She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

Xisuthra moved swiftly to prepare a secret chariot that would move the dead princess to the secondary palace. On his way, he met with Inal Enlim. Inal Enlim was a concubine who was promoted to become the empress after the empress died. The reason she was promoted was that the crown prince, Aranar Enlim, was her son. Xisuthra bowed upon sighting the empress with her entourage right behind her. She stopped when she also saw him. She wondered why he was in such a hurry and where he was going.

"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.

"You heard him - your work,has officially began. I patted her shoulders as i walked out of the dressing room. ............................................................................. I stood before a large screen, getting into character as i awaited the director's orders . "One,two, three. Action!!!" - Della yelled into the megaphone. In this scene, Abigail ( the female lead,that is, Irina) is kidnapped by Rose ( the second lead, that is me) and held hostage in the woods. After being tortured for a long while and at the brink of death is saved by the male lead, Reynold.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.