Emily Henry Funny Story Kindle Novels & Stories

Emma. The bus came to a halt at the same park we hurried away from almost a decade ago. Henry was still asleep. I was happy he fell asleep. He always got fuzzy in the car and was quick to get carsick and I didn't want to deal with a crying child in a crowded bus. I lifted his seat and our bags and got out of the bus. The air was still hot at this time of the evening. I searched with my eyes for the woman Em said would house us until I found that sure job in Tech. I was still skeptical about that. LA would be the sure spot for a job in silicon valley but Em was sure of herself.

Henry ran to the bathroom. “Hello, madam Helen. I found the lady that kept your husband late at night. Come over to your son's restaurant.” Emily said with a camera in her hand as she uploaded the picture on the internet. Helen sent her to keep an eye on Henry and she finally got a piece of information to increase her paycheck or rather destroy Celine from within, she ran out of the restaurant chuckling. “I know nothing hurts you more than getting your reputation in the mud. I would destroy you bit by bit.” Emily laughed, and she ran out of the restaurant before the main drama began.

Remarkably, his aunt and uncle didn’t comment. “Uh…I do believe we have a small wooden ball,” his aunt finally said and turned to a nearby servant. “Linus, do you know which ball I’m referring to?” “Yes. I will fetch it right away.” During the few minutes the servant was gone, Henry and Martha directed a few questions to Emiline, inquiring about her stay here in Hampshire. The companion’s tone of voice was quite different than when she had first spoken to Rebecca. Instead of the bold woman Gabe knew Emiline to be, her answers were soft and she rarely met his aunt and uncle’s gaze.

Chapter 4: The Hidden Truth Emily's POV I stared at Thomas, waiting for him to admit this was some kind of mistake, but he didn't. He simply stood there, holding the envelope as though he already knew I would eventually take it. "I think you have the wrong person," I said. "My mother died when I was little, and I was told I had no one else. My grandparents are gone too." Thomas gave a slow nod. "That's what you were made to believe, Miss Emily."

reserved, to put it in a nice way of course. The room instantly felt cold. I blinked while I was trying not to let my surprise show. “Um, hello.” She stood up slowly and gave me a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You must be Emilia.” I nodded cautiously. “I am. And you are?” She tilted her head slightly, almost like she was measuring me. “Emelda Kane. Richard’s mother.” Of course. Of course. I forced a polite smile and stretched out my hand. “It is so nice to meet you, Mrs. Kane.”

"Mom, don't worry. Tina's...she's just got a bit of a temper. But I know she cares about you deep down. I'll talk to her once she cools off, then we'll bring you over. You've worked hard your whole life—it's time you relax. I'll take care of you now." His words were so warm and genuine, they actually made my eyes sting. Just knowing he felt this way was enough. After we hung up, I figured I'd wait until they sorted things out, then tell Henry about the lottery. I'd even give him a couple hundred thousand to help him finally start his own business. With this money, he wouldn't have to worry about cash anymore... and if anything went sideways, I'd be here to back him up. I thought I had everyt

Emily, who was exposed, turned pale, her lips trembling slightly. Her eyes, which seemed like they wanted to cry but couldn't, were filled with tears. What was originally a carefully planned beautiful encounter, in the eyes of the other person, turned out to be nothing more than a ridiculous farce, with her as the clown. Henry crossed his arms, his eagle-like eyes sharp and looking down at Emily.

I called out to Samantha as I set the plates down. “Yes, finally! I’m so hungry,” she said, walking towards the table. “Where’s Emily?” I asked, wiping my hands. “She went upstairs to cool off,” she said, dishing some food onto her plate. “Your fight was so unnecessary by the way”. “How much of it did you hear?” I asked. “I don’t know. Probably every single word,” she shrugged her shoulders. “Of course,” I mumbled. “Well, you should tell that to your best friend. I don’t know what her problem is”.

Henry In the end, we decided that Emma had been left in the care of an old, sick lady after losing her family in a fire. She begged us to bring her with us because she wouldn't be able to support her for so long. If they asked for any other details, we could make them up on the spot.

Emily hesitated slightly with the answer, even got out of bed, walked around the room and stood by the blazing fire, and finally said: - Yes, there's really nothing to tell here, - bending over to a large basket of logs and taking out one from there to throw it into the fireplace, she looked at Jeremy, who was sitting on the bed and watching the girl. - Just... Your brother broke into my house, drank my blood, after which I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found out that in my house, in addition to Jack, there were two more: Mike and Nick! Then this... Mike said that my house and I now belong to Jack. Then they put me in a car, put me to sleep and brought me here. Woke up. I found mysel