Emily David Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.”

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

"I know enough. Emily deserves better. Give her up, Cade." "I don't know why, but I always end up liking the girls you like," David said, his eyes locked on mine. "First Rachel, then Isabel, and now Emily." My grip on his shirt tightened, anger simmering beneath the surface. "You don't mean that," I growled. "Just days ago, you were obsessed with Isabel." David shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "She doesn't notice me, acts like I'm invisible. But I meant what I said - I like Emily. If you hadn't neglected her, I wouldn't have gotten close to her, and I wouldn't have fallen for her."

"The ransom call. She was there. She heard what I told them." Emily was quiet. "She thinks I meant it," I said. "Did you?" "No." Emily looked at her hands. "She doesn't know that." "No. She doesn't." The room was quiet for a while. Outside, one of Tony's men did a perimeter check, his footsteps audible on the gravel path beneath the window. Emily reached into her coat and took out a folded piece of paper. She set it on the desk. "David asked me to give you this," she said. "In person. He didn't want to send it any other way."

Instead, he gave me one last assessing look before heading out. That evening, just as I was sinking into the endless paperwork, a sharp knock sounded at my door. David stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Alpha Hemsworth," he said formally, "Emily Winston wishes to see you." I was surprised. Why was Emily here? I set down the documents I had been reading, my expression turning cold. She had run from me before—fled like a frightened pup at the banquet before I could confront her. She was fast, but not fast enough to avoid me forever.

Her shoulders instead were trembling badly with each sob. “Lex…” Dave’s heart ached as he watched Emily cry. Ever since they were children, they had known each other, and he had never seen Emily, the first daughter of the Stephen’s cry like this. And it was all because of that bastard, Hunter!

I asked, but I was impaired by the drip that was passed into me. “Home.” She answered me when she emerged. “But that's not until I sort my employment with Damon out first. He's the only client I have who's willing to still have me.” “In more ways than one, I'm sure.” I said in an undertone, pissed. “I didn't catch that.” Emily whipped over to my bed, stared at me, with her arms akimbo. “Never mind.” I said. “I never did.” She replied. “I'll see you when I see you.” Emily said, making her way out.

Chloe who saw that Emily had just finished an interview, immediately called her. Emily picked up a red dress designed by a well-known designer that was very expensive and stepped carefully, because many people saw the dress she was wearing. "Emily, he is Mister Kevin Chamberlain and Mrs Maria Chamberlain, he is the designer and founder of Vinlayn!" "So beautiful woman! She's the rising British model, Emily Andersen, right?" Said Mister Chamberlain, pointing at Emily. "Yes, that's right!" "Wow... you're so beautiful."" "Your dress is also very pretty!"

James chuckled, you don't have to tell me if you don't believe me James said slightly. "Okay, everyone knows my story anyways, I don't have to bther hiding it front he world," Emily muttered shrug. "You and everyone in the Specter's mansion must have known who am I...... "Emily said, staring sadly out of the window at the row of trees they passed. "Yeah of course! you're Emily Clark, the girl with a beautiful eyes and charming smiles," replied James cheerfully, Emily snorted, " I sell my womb and I make love to my master, What's the difference between me and a white?" chuckled laughing at herself.