Emily Jade Novels & Stories

Idum said and then lifted her head, scurried to her feet and came to stand behind her "When would you stop calling me my lady? I am the empress now." Inal said, digging her hand into her chest "I am sorry, my lady. I am used to it because I have served you since you became a lady," Idum said. "Maybe I should get another maid then," Inal said. "Forgive me, Imperial Empress. Your Worship," Idum shouted out loud, bowing with her head to the ground again. "Much better," Inal murmured and then squared her shoulders. "Let's go," she said loudly and then walked towards the Emperor's chamber.

"Yes. Jade is her alias, I believe." Natalie closed her eyes, already envisioning how this would play out. There was no way Emily would stay at Chassis Studios now. Not when her cover was blown. She always said her real life should never ever collide with her secret life. And now it had in the most unexpected of ways. Even though it was no one's fault, like Levi had said, Natalie still couldn't help but feel responsible for the mess. If she hadn't gotten entangled with Dreams— "This doesn't change anything," Levi said.

After what feels like an eternity, Emily comes out wearing a pretty baby blue one piece with glitter all over it. “How do I look Uncle Mark?” she looks up at me with those little expectant eyes. I know exactly what she wants to hear and I am not gonna disappoint her “you look exactly like princess Elsa from Frozen, very pretty little Em” Emily looks at me bewildered “she’s not a princess, she’s a queen” I hit my head in mock disgust “how silly of me, of course she’s a queen” Em smiles at me and I am momentarily taken aback to the way Lizzy smiles at me.

Zahir said with a scoff and Emil frowned. “By the way, where is Emily?” Zada asked curiously. “She started from her institute. She will be here any moment..” Emil said and true to his words, Emily walked in. She was wearing a black jeans, black t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Zada shot a teasing smile at Zahir and wiggled her eyes, pointing at his outfit and then at Emily’s. Zahir rolled his eyes realising that Zada was teasing him for their matching outfit.

Quinn says walking into the kitchen, she took a seat next to Elijah and started smiling. She was dressed for the pool, she never swims, so I don't see why she bothers to go out there, she just liked to show off her skinny arms and her skinng long legs. Quinn was not the original barbie, but she would love to be, it was more than obvious how she paraded around the place. "Yet" Emilio says in a confused manner, casting his eyes between me and Elijah. Elijah and I locked eyes, we look at Emilio and he noticed what was going to take place, he shook his head in plea but we ignored him.

“I—I spoke to Emily.” “Emily? Again?” “No, it’s not what you think! Eternity is collaborating with Amora for the fashion show, and when I went to the studio, she was just… there.” “Okay… go on.” His eyes narrowed at me, suspicious. But I didn’t have time to defend myself. “Anyway… Emily said Jade likely leaked our marriage to the paparazzi. She saw her talking to this guy at a magazine cover shoot.” I wasn’t going to mention Flynn. That would only anger him more.

said the Linchesters' daughter. "Lily, Lily Williams" Clarissa said before Lily could say anything. "Nice to meet you too, Emily." Lily said smiling at her. Emily's eyes were widened but not much, it would be noticeable for the ones who knew she was after Zared. The colour of her face was now paler than before, she had dark hair and dark eyes, she was wearing a silver dress which ended at her calves and a slit around her chest. Emily looked at Lily up and down, she scoffed and looked away. Clarissa held a smirk, she was really enjoying it.

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.

Before I can answer, the door creaks open. Emily? She breezes in like a spring wind, bright, bold, and full of energy. Her hair swept up in a high ponytail, strands of pink flashing through the dark. She has high-waisted jeans, a cropped sequined top on, and a smile so wide it makes me want to squint. “I swear, if I have to watch you mope one more night, I’m going to cry on your behalf,” she says, sinking on my mattress beside me.

EMILIA “Diana Vanderbilt. Twenty-two years old. Stanford graduate at twenty, dual degrees in business management and software development. At fifteen, she pitched the integration of predictive AI algorithms into Vanderbilt Holdings’ financial analytics suite — a move that slashed risk margins by 38% and tripled profits in under two years. Only recognised child of Genevieve and Andrew Vanderbilt. Heir to their billion-dollar empire. Spends her time between golf clubs, tech summits, and black-tie galas. Owns six Range Rovers, vacation homes on every continent, and is allegedly already done with her PhD.”