Emily David Novels & Stories

Her eyes and her actions are so freaking fearless that I'm wondering if I'm the one to suffer today. That's going beyond. If she continues to do this, I'll end up coming right here in the conference room. Heck! "Mr Gabriel," David's voice comes as I shudder, enlarging my eyes and gulping down the anticipation. "What are your thoughts on it?" Fuck! I didn't even hear anything. "On— what? Can you please repeat?" I say as David frowns in surprise. Emily has sworn not to stop today. Her eyes are on the projector but I can see her controlling the wicked smile. I grit my teeth in frustration.

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.

I called Elijah, my tech guy. “what?” he groaned. I rolled my eyes. “find me David from the college” I hear him type somethings and shuffle around. “there are 50 David’s, which one?” “streamline to psychology’ “about 5 of them” “send me all their pictures and names via email, I’m waiting” the images popped into my email and I printed all of them out. I took the pictures back to Camila and asked her to point out which one was her David. She was hesitant but after some persuasion she pointed at David O’Connor. I pecked her forehead and walked out of the room to make a phone call. I called the vice-chancellor of the college.