Emily Fields Pll Novels & Stories

When Alex, a twenty-one year old girl from a poor family, made a financial decision that made her family almost poor. Now her mother suffers from a deadly stroke that leaves her paralyzed and her younger sister, Emily, has gotten admission into the prestigious university of Greenville. Alex is confused and scared. She doesn't want to loose her mom and she also doesn't want her sister to loose her admission slot. But when a job offer comes in as a house keeper in the billionaire Beverly's Mansion, Alex is relieved. Until she finds out the being a male is the main criteria for the job. Alex is desperate, so she agrees. Find out as Alex copes with tying her boobs every morning with a bandage and developing feelings for her boss,the Billionaire Logan Beverly. *** *Snippet* I shift my suspicion aside and continued watching. Alex removed the baggy jeans he wore and was left in a lacy panty I scoffed loudly. My male housekeeper wore panties? I shook my head in confusion. Was he one of those men that had a weird kind of sexual kink? The he stalked into the bathroom. I was tempted to stop. Why was I even bothering watching him undress? It felt weird. But I wanted to know more about that bandage around him. What if he brought in a weapon and concealed it underneath the bandage? I needed to find out. My jaws dropped at what I saw. Alex had boobs! I wiped my eyes to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. How is it possible for a man to have boobs? What's going on here? Alex finally removed the last piece of clothing he had on. And only then did it dawn on me that Alex was in fact, a 'she'.

“Someone’s coming,” I released a shallow breath as his fingers traveled between my folds, hoisting me in place with his strong arms, my back pinned against the wall, my legs wrapped around him. “They might see us,” I shrieked as he dove deeper. “It could.. it could be your son…” The sweat from his forehead trickled down my singlet, dripping onto my hardened nipples, making them ache even more under the thin fabric. His thick finger curled inside my soaked panties, his bulge pressed hot and heavy against my thigh. “If someone’s cumming,” he growled, increasing his pace, pressing his palm firmly over my lips to muffle the loud moan trying to escape, “then I certainly hope it’s you.” They say if you love someone, let them go, but first, date their father and make them call you mommy. A married woman snaps after discovering that her husband has been cheating on her since their third anniversary, the same period she suffered a devastating miscarriage. The worst part? His mistress has the audacity to confront her, demanding that she leave him. At first, she considers walking away. But after an intense conversation with her best friend, Emily decides to fight back. She will leave her husband, but not before taking everything from him. Her plan begins with his father. She draws him into a web of dark desire, making him crave her so deeply that he’s willing to turn against his own son. Slowly, she dismantles her husband’s life. His parents’ marriage collapses. His siblings are disinherited. His family’s company and reputation crumble. And finally, she takes the one thing he loves most, their child, leaving him completely shattered. The only question is: did she go too far? Read to find out.

Two souls, forged in suffering, would collide in a dance of darkness and desire, testing the limits of love and redemption. Their paths meet when Asher's sister becomes the target of a predator, and Kaidën sees an opportunity for justice. As they navigate their dark worlds, they must confront the demons that haunt them. Will Asher's desire for protection and Kaidën's quest for vengeance spark a twisted romance, or will their shattered reflections destroy them? *** “You killed my mother.” Asher's voice trembled with fury. Kaidën's smile was cold, almost mirthful. “Who gave your sister to her husband who sold her to pay off his debts.” “I watched you murder her in cold blood!” Asher’s fists clenched around the gun he held pointed at the killer, memories of that night flooding back. Kaidën leaned closer, a sinister smile creeping onto his face. "I remember begging you to look away. But you didn’t. Did you enjoy it, Asher? Watching the woman who shattered your world writhe in agony? Or would you prefer to keep that little secret buried deep? Ah, but don’t answer that. Come, help me gather the pieces of your father's remains. It’s time to tidy up this little mess." Asher’s eyes widened in horror, realization crashing over him like a wave. All this time, he had been unaware that he was not only a witness to his father’s murder, but had watched it unfold until the very end, just like he had done that night when he watched his mother’s murder. Nodding, he picked up the severed hand of his father—the same hand that had beaten and broken him until his skin grew numb to pain. ‘Oh, sweet Emily, if only you could see our father now. How the mighty have fallen.’