Emily Gladstein Wikipedia Novels & Stories

“It sounds perfect.” Elaine reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “Then why not?” Emily stared down at her plate for a long moment, the steam rising between them. “I wouldn’t even know where to start,” she said quietly. Elaine waited. “I was created in a lab,” Emily went on, her voice steady but distant, like she was talking about someone else. “I didn’t grow up like other people. I didn’t learn how to live among humans. Every step I took, someone was watching. Measuring. Correcting.”

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

It was Emily. To Jane's relief, Emily grinned at her shamefacedly. "You, too?" Jane returned the grin and sat down on the swing next to her. "Uh-huh," she admitted. "I guess I can graduate as a full-time stalker now." Emily laughed. "Her last day," she said, her voice appropriately funeral. "I know." For the next few moments, neither one spoke. Then Emily said, "I get it now. It was all because of Grace — science fair project, and the book report, and everything."

The sound of our carefree laughter softened the tension in the air, lightening the mood and easing the weight that had been hanging over the room. I locked eyes with Damian, and he met my gaze with warmth and gentleness. "This is the Emily I know, an earnest woman who has weathered every storm for her family. Not a coward, not a plagiarist, but a brilliant, talented young star, shining brighter with each step." A beat of silence followed before someone in the audience clapped. Then another. And then the room erupted in applause.

_ 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.

“Boss, the information you asked for.” He handed me a sleek black envelope. I opened it slowly, letting the weight of anticipation build as I scanned the contents. Emily Steele. Age: 21. American. Computer Science major at NYU. Bright. Sharp. Beautiful. Dangerous combination. Dem lingered, but I waved him off with a nod. “That’s all.”Once he was gone, I sat back, letting her name echo in my mind. Emily Steele. There was something untamed in her, something challenging. I liked that. I’d let her think she had freedom—for now. Let her breathe, taste independence, feel like she was still in control.

Emily called, grateful for the distraction. The door opened, and Gracie, her personal assistant and best friend, stepped inside with her usual bright smile. Dressed in a smart blazer and carrying a folder in her arms, Gracie looked every bit the professional, but the twinkle in her eye told Emily that she wasn’t here just for work. “Hey, you’ve been awfully quiet today,” Gracie said, closing the door behind her. “I figured I’d check in and see how you’re doing.” Emily offered a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m okay. Just…thinking.”

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.

Her mother had become predictable, if not a bit lighthearted over the years, a change that couldn’t have made Rachel happier. Emily adjusted a polished crystal wand on its black velvet tray so the overhead light glinted off its surface. Picking up the cat, she gave Miss Bastet a healthy scratch behind her ears. ‘And I’ve dusted everything I dare touch, leaving the rest for you.' Used to her mother’s set ways, Rachel turned and gave her a reassuring smile. Emily, with her hard-earned wrinkles and blue eyes that still held an echo of sadness, wasn’t afraid she’d break something valuable. Nothing so minor would keep the efficient, hard-working woman from doing her part to ensure The Golden Pyra

She was truly curious who this woman was, to be able to travel this far in this state looking for! “I have taken a seat. Now tell me.” Grace asked, seeing that Emile was still staring at her and had no intention of starting the conversation. She had to admit that she wasn’t annoyed by Emile’s gaze as there was no malice, only curiosity and admiration in the gaze, which was even more confusing. She was sure she didn’t know this woman. “You are Grace Kingsley, aren’t you?” the excitement and apprehension in Emile’s eyes and voice couldn’t be hidden.