Emilia Clarke Novels & Stories

(Lily POV) The diner's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I refilled coffee for the third time in ten minutes. My swollen feet ached in the cheap sneakers I'd bought at a thrift store. My back screamed with every movement. At seven months pregnant, I shouldn't be doing this kind of work. But I didn't have a choice. "More coffee, Emma?" The regular at table four, a kind elderly man who always tipped well held up his cup. Emma. That was my name now. Emma Clarke. Not Lily Morrison. Not the woman plastered all over the news five months ago as Tony Stark's mistress and gold-digging liar.

"Will someone tell us what the hell is going on?! This is only an Ome—" "Emilia," Marcus says cutting off his Alpha. "Emilia is only an Omega who came from Black Claw. She doesn't have any ties to anyone here." Mr. Marks laughs silently before turning to look at Alpha Kade, "Son, I want you to meet Emilia Evans. Her parents are part of the reason we have a vendetta against Alpha Jackson and the Black Claw pack. Emilia is the little girl I spent three years trying to track down." He turns his eyes back on me, "Emilia has no relation to me, but she does have family inside this pack, Kade."

“Yeah. Look, why don’t you go ahead? I’ll be right there, yeah? I just need to catch my breath.” Lara nods and heads on to Lucy’s room. I feel like I have to go outside and smoke to calm myself down. Hell, I knew that what she did was wrong and ultimately, I didn’t regret how things went about, but it still made me feel shitty for seeing her in here with only half a mind, even if she was crazy. I lit a cigarette and then heard someone say, “Dex?” I turn around and come face to face with Emilia, Ellen’s twin sister. Her hair is pushed back and she isn’t wearing any makeup. Her arms are folded, and she sees to be staring daggers at me.

And there was a spark of something in his eyes that looked almost like humor. "Emilia Torres might be a popular actress," he said, "but frankly, this magazine can do better." I'm pretty sure I gaped at him. "Better?" I couldn't believe it. Emilia Torres is all anyone is talking about now. Her latest film, Cataclysm: Earth, has a larger budget than any movie in Hollywood's history - and costars Luca Fontaine, her former/ongoing/future flame and the highest-paid action star in the biz. The two have been fixtures in the tabloids for months - whether they're "on," whether they're "off," whether Emilia was spotted with a potential baby bump, whether Luca was seen with a mysterious brunette on his

So Emma Richard didn't think too much about it when she saw a big smiling face on the screen, "Emma Richard, Emma Richard open the door, I'm here to see Keira!" It turned out to be Judi Dench coming over. Emma Richard smiled and opened the door for Judi Dench, this is a duplex, there is only one door in one staircase, the security factor is very high. After opening the door, Emma Richard rushed in with a big smile on her face. Keira ran up to Judi Dench with a glass of juice in her hand, tilted her head and said, "Judi Dench mom, you came to see me!" "Ouch!" Judi Dench squatted down and gave Keira a hug before she brought out all the bags behind her, "Look what Judi Dench's mom brought you,

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.

“It’s been years. I thought you were lost to me forever.” The woman’s face fell, and she shook her head. “I’m sorry. I’m not who you think I am. My name is Elara.” The world seemed to collapse around me, and the ground felt unsteady beneath my feet. I had been so certain, so hopeful. But as Elara spoke, it became clear that this was not my Lea. I thanked her and left the garden, my mind reeling with memories of Lea. The ache in my heart was palpable as I walked aimlessly through the village, each step echoing with the ghost of our past.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Only her name has a red line through it? There is too much, printing everything out I sit on the floor. Slowly spreading out the papers. I look at the list. Elsie May, I saw that name. Searching through the papers I find the contract. Elsie May was the one named on the contract my dad had paid £50,000 to someone to kill her. “Well?” I look at Dwayne and shake my head. “Not now!” I don’t have time, I move, sliding out the pictures, my eyes stopping on a picture of Diesel with a woman, Elsie. I see his hand in hers, a ring on her finger.

she said amused. Shit, I hadn't said anything to Mom yet, so I started to change the subject, but before any words were out of my mouth, Livie came forward going towards my mother with little jumps along the way. "Mark already told me about the trip Gloria, is no wonder, don't you think?" “What trip?” She asked curiously. From one moment to another the happy Livie had become Emily Rose's double, turning her neck almost one hundred and eighty degrees. If I wasn’t already nervous for my mother's reaction, I’d have found that act very funny.”