Emily Hunter Jacksonville Fl Novels & Stories

She may not look like it right now, but I can guarantee when she meets the people responsible for this, she will quickly turn into their worst nightmare. She nods. “I’ll get going then. We will have her back by the morning.” I force a weak smile as my eyes continue to sting. She doesn’t wait for anything else before she turns and walks out of the room. *** Emily (Hunter’s mother) Julie and I nearly jump out of the plane as we dash to the waiting van, along with our doctor. We have made sure the van has everything the doctor has requested and will need. Within seconds, we are zooming down the road to Yellow Moon's pack hospital.

Emily had gotten up and was now bowing to the audience, smiling so hard her lips were almost cracking. Hunter stood there, staring blankly at Emily on the stage. He had come to the club to see her maybe disgrace herself, and to convince himself that divorcing her was the right choice. But now, he wasn't so sure about it. Like the others, her drumming had held him captive, and he couldn't tell what was so good about it! Or why his heart was pounding hard

But this time instead of seeing Mrs Baldwin and Henry’s sister, I saw Emily sitting comfortably on the couch with her hand on her tummy that seemed a little round. Henry wasn’t lying at all when he said she was pregnant. “What is she doing here Henry?” She asked, taking her eyes from us after giving me the deadly eyes. “She came to pick up Jas.” He told her but I don’t think that satisfied her. “Did she have to go upstairs? Couldn’t she wait for her daughter downstairs?” She asked this time sending a glare to my side. I narrowed my eyes at her, what was her fucking problem. “Not now Emily, she came to pick up Jasmine and she’s done. She is leaving already.” Henry explained and I rolled my ey

“Just days after proposing.” A cold chill settled into Emma’s stomach. “No comment,” Emma quickly said. “Do not call back.” She quickly hung up. She closed her eyes. Maybe this was an old photo. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. She pulled up the internet and ran a quick search. The very first article had a picture of Jackson kissing a beautiful blonde woman. Her arms were wrapped around him in a passionate embrace. She was absolutely gorgeous and everything that Jackson usually went for. In other words, not plain-Jane Emma.

In addition to the evidence and witnesses presented by Emily at the trial. The blue Lamborghini Huracan sped into the exclusive parking area for residents of the Baltimore Eclat Tower. Finally, Emily realized that Rayden was taking her back to the condotel where he lived, whose penthouse faced Henry Crawford's penthouse unit. "Come on down, Emily!" Rayden invited her with his deep, masculine voice. He got out and opened the car door for Emily. The woman stepped out, her feet clad in black pumps with 5-cm heels, onto the parking lot floor. She was dressed all in black because she had just attended a funeral that morning.

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

“You’ve talked to him a hundred times.” Still, this was different. By the time headlights swept across our driveway, I nearly jumped. My dad called from the kitchen, “You going out, Em?” “Yeah,” I said, grabbing my small purse. “Just a movie.” He smiled knowingly. “Be back before ten-thirty.” Outside, Connor’s car idled in the soft orange glow of the streetlight. He stepped out when he saw me, dressed in a simple black shirt and jeans, his hair slightly messy — effortlessly perfect.

She really wanted to ask Emily about being the wife to the handsome billionaire, Lucas Cole, but she couldn’t, not yet. “I’ll ask her when everything is settled,” she told herself. “Em? let’s get you seated first,” Kayla suggested, after realizing her best friend had been on the floor beside the door of the emergency room all the while. Kayla guided Emily to the waiting area and they both got seated. “Emily, where’s your husband?” Kayla asked cautiously, her eyes searching her best friend’s face. Emily smiled bitterly, hesitating. “He’s probably at work,” she finally said.

she added, glancing at Damian. Damian's brows arched in surprise. Who is she? He pondered, and then glanced around, noticing others staring at him as well because of this... person. "You're right, but he's not ready now," Justin said. Damian's gaze shifted to her. "And you are…?" Damian asked. "I'm Emily! Emily Johnson," she replied, smiling from ear to ear. Damian's eyes narrowed. Emily Johnson? Johnson… Yes. She was the daughter of Johnson, who owned the media.

She blinked her eyes continuously. "Jason Duncan. You are him right. Buts that's impossible". She lowly said but he misunderstood her. He thought she didn't believe he could make it but actually she wondered why Jason will have mistresses and mistreat them . "Miss Asra I will not tolerate one more insult. Do you want this job or not". Lucy had already given up as she saw him. How was she supposed to kill Jason , the one guy she love even till now. She lowered her head and sat down submissively.