Emily David Novels & Stories

I said, ending the call. I felt a sense of despair wash over me as I pocketed my phone. I had no idea where Emily could be, and the lack of leads was frustrating. But I knew I had to keep searching and not give up until I found her. I approached one of the workers, a young man with a name tag that read "David". He looked nervous as I approached him, and I could tell he was worried about what I might say. "David, do you know anything about a woman named Emily who was here earlier? She's about 5'4" with brown hair."

Ada pointed at Emily's nose, trembling with anger. Just then, David walked in, perfectly timed to hear Emily's words. His face instantly turned ashen. "David, look at what your beloved daughter said! She's wishing for my death!" Mrs. Ada lifted her foot and kicked Emily in the shoulder, causing Emily to stagger. Still not satisfied, Mrs. Ada continued her tirade, "You shameless little harlot, using seductive tactics to lure men! Sleeping around, even with your sister's fiancé. Who knows how many men you've slept with; aren't you afraid of catching some awful disease?"

she added, glancing at Damian. Damian's brows arched in surprise. Who is she? He pondered, and then glanced around, noticing others staring at him as well because of this... person. "You're right, but he's not ready now," Justin said. Damian's gaze shifted to her. "And you are…?" Damian asked. "I'm Emily! Emily Johnson," she replied, smiling from ear to ear. Damian's eyes narrowed. Emily Johnson? Johnson… Yes. She was the daughter of Johnson, who owned the media.

"Oops, sorry my manners. I didn't introduce myself. I am Emmanuella Dean and I'm the Personal Assistant and also Manager at David's company . I have worked there for over six years and for nothing else but because of Mr. David. I met him at a Launch. I was actually at that launch because my dad couldn't attend so I attended in his place. But then I met Mr. David and Even though he paid no attention to me, I was drawn to him. I did my homework on him and I found out everything about.

, she beams as I strive to smile. "Yeah", I mumble. "I'm Emery", she sits on the bed and approaches for a handshake. I don't delay to respond to her. "You may not know me. But I'm Emery Cameron, David Cameron's daughter AKA Christian D'costa's student", she chuckles. "Right, sir?" "Why are you acting so obedient?", Christian crosses his arms while smiling back at her. "In fact, you can't even look obedient even if you act, still being mischievous"

David looked out of his jet as it landed on the tarmac of the airport straight into his private hanger, a privilege only a few in the world enjoy. "Douglas! " He called out to his personal assistant who was vigorously tapping on his laptop but immediately put it away hearing his boss call out to him. "Brief me again about her. " He said and Douglas nodded and took out a file. "She works at Sephora as a manger and lives with her best friend name Mimi Jackson who works as an assistant to a one Mr Decker of Decker construction and has a three years old daughter by name Nora Ariel Morganza. "

I knew that her presence did not make sense, but this was the last thing that I would have put in my mind. “What the hell did you just say?” I asked, voice sharp and disbelieving. “She was standing over Sienna’s mother’s grave,” Ethan added. “And she called her Mom. Damon, she said it so clearly, so naturally… like it wasn’t even a secret to her. It was as if she knew everything that we are oblivious of. She came and this is not the first time that she's been here. She's been visiting more. She's just been doing it in the shadows, hiding.”

The smile was washed off his face like it was never there, to begin with. She hides under the large soft sheets, ashamed of her wrinkles and dark circles. Before she can sneak a peak at him, he was gone. Sounds of the roaring limo fill the house, followed by a loud screech from the tires and then silence. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, being once again abandoned in this large empty house. Emily Hensley, a blond 46-year-old. Once a legend of the stage, now a happily married woman with a loving husband and a full-filled life.

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.

"No, he mostly threatened my date. Carter scared him shitless!" "Um... but why didn't your date stand up for himself?" "David is human, Kerry. How in the hell is he a match for a damn vampire?!" Emily sighed and used her hand to wipe the tears from her face. She looked extremely sad. "I like David, Kerry, but I'm afraid Carter might hurt him because of me. I am so confused that I can't even think properly. I wish Carter would just leave me alone and move on."