Emily David Novels & Stories

she tried to laugh but it died in her throat. She was looking out the window longingly, then she looked at me and met my eyes, “David is an incredibly good actor, Emma. Don’t fall for his lines.” God, this woman is poetic and I don’t think she’s even trying. “Does everyone know that David is a…” “A lying sleazeball?” She raised her brow in amusement, “Some people know, I feel bad for those who don’t.” Which would be me, until now. “So both men live up to their reputations then?”

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.

He and Jordan exchanged greetings. "You still call me by that name?" David chuckled. "That's what the Carolyn called you, or should I refresh your memory? Alex doesn't have to hear those stories." He said. Jordan chuckled. "Who's Carolyn?" Alex asked, curiously. "No one important. Both of you had better not mention those stories in my house." Said Emily, in a sharp tone. "What stories?" Alex wondered. "Stories of another day. Emily hates them." David said. "Both of you smell fish, you should go and bath. I don't want you to bother our guest with your odor."

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

_ Emily Collins is a young brilliant woman who started her business from scratch with the help of her two bestfriends and with a thick and heavy past behind her, she's doing good— as good as she can be with a little baby boy. But sometimes, our devil's like to play and come into light. Join Emily on a whirl wind of emotions as she tries to uncover her horrible past by opening old wounds, allowing them to breath and to finally heal.

Jeremy looked at Xyla and said. “Okay…” Xyla snapped her fingers decisively. “Sister, is your designer friend famous?” Emily asked. “Yes,” Xyla said. “Alright.” Emily nodded. “President Quest, both of your daughters have a bright future. Look at Emily. Despite being new to the field, she is actually brave enough to challenge an established designer. Not many normal people have this kind of courage,” Matt Leopold complimented. Jeremy agreed with him too. He didn’t expect Emily to be this ambitious.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

"The position I'm hoping for is one that requires a bit more effort than usual... Feels more like audition, honestly." I wanted to nudge him, to make him stop, then he caught my hand under the table and squeezed. I squeezed back. Strangely enough, I didn't feel the need for the reassurance. Emily was nothing like Amelia, not in looks, but in general standing. She was just human, with no ties to the supernatural at all. She wasn't a threat at all. Listening to the way she talked to David felt like listening to any other conversation. I let my gaze wander across the hall, wondering what had put David on edge, and then I saw it.

“Emily?” Silence on the other end of the line. David could hear the tentative breathing of someone hesitant. “You… you’re still alive?” David asked, his voice choked. Emily was his fiancée, his first love, whom he thought had died in a car explosion fifteen years ago—an explosion that was the catalyst for David’s descent into the dark world. “Yes, David. I’m still alive,” Emily replied, her voice now sounding stronger, yet still carrying a bitter edge. “I know you’re in Jakarta. And I know about Bella.”

It was David King, Jake's father and the leader of the Russian Mafia. "Father," Jake greeted him, his voice strained. Emily felt a chill run down her spine. She had heard rumors about David King, but seeing him in person was something else entirely. David's eyes flicked to Emily, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Who's this, Jake? A new friend?" Jake's grip on her arm tightened. "Just a friend from school, Father. She doesn't belong here." David's smirk widened. "Is that so? And you thought it was a good idea to bring her to a place like this?" He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You disappoint me, Jake. Always making poor decisions."