Emily Jade Novels & Stories

“And this cake, it’s been the highlight.” “Glad to hear that,” I said. “My mom will be thrilled. She always gets a kick out of hearing people rave about her baking.” Emily laughed softly. “Well, she has every reason to be proud. It’s definitely a winner.” “So… you’re a friend of Kayla and Sophia?” I asked, wondering why I’ve never seen her before. “Yes,” she answered with a smile. “I recently started working as a fashion designer for Raven Media.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Wait, you’re that Emily who made all the gowns? The bridal gown too?”

╒══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╕ Truth or Dare STUDENT 13 - RUBY FRIDAYS Reveal the truth for the question: "Has another's pain, ever given you joy? Be totally honest." ╘══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╛ Oh, what a... damn.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

I mentally rolled my eyes. "Hi," She purred, touching Elijah's chest. "My name is Emily," ooh was that why she was dressed to the nines? I thought. It made sense now. "Emily Lambert, Alpha Lambert's daughter." She introduced herself to Elijah very bubbly. I covered up my snort with a laugh when Elijah scowled at her and peeled her hand from his shirt like it was a disease. She glared daggers at me. Ooh…ooh, Looks like I was in trouble. I suddenly did not want to be left alone with this daddy's princess but luck was certainly not on my side.

Yet, here she was, drawn back by a cryptic letter from an unknown sender. Emilia is a vibrant 23-year-old with an infectious zest for life. She stands at an average height of 5'6" with a slender, athletic build that spoke to her active lifestyle. Her warm, olive-toned skin glowed with health, complemented by her deep brown eyes that radiated warmth and intelligence. Emilia's long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, often tucked behind her ears to reveal a pair of simple, elegant earrings. Her style is a mix of casual chic and bohemian flair, often seen in flowy dresses or well-fitted jeans paired with colorful, patterned tops. Emilia’s smile is her most striking feature, lightin

I smiled, “you can call me whatever you wish, lady Lisa.” “Good,” she nodded, smiling back. Emily stood at the podium. Dressed in a long overflowing golden gown with a delicately embroidered pattern that snatched her body to perfection. Her blonde hair did justice to her entire appearance, and her makeup, top notch. Up there, she shone. So brightly that I was reminded of Bertha. Something stung in my throat. “Hi everyone, I have a very pleasant announcement for us, ” she started brightly, her face pulling into a wide smile.

Emily Parker POV "How is this possible? This girl looks so much like my mom..." Tyler whispered softly in my ear, so only I could hear. "Okay, guys, I'm getting scared with all of you staring at me like this," the girl said, still outside the house. "Who are you?" Tyler asked, stepping in front of me and gesturing for me to move away. "I'm Jade, Emma's granddaughter," she replied. As soon as she answered, I connected the dots; the girl had some features of Justin and could definitely be Johanna's daughter.

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

It was Emily, a woman whose presence in this unexpected encounter was enigmatic, to say the least. When Francisco's intense gaze fell upon Emily, he was met with an audacious smile and a flirtatious wink. "Did I interrupt you, babe?" Emily inquired, her voice dripping with innuendo. Emily, with her striking beauty and an allure that could captivate any soul, had long graced the pages of fashion magazines as a celebrated model. Her ebony eyes, raven-black hair, and alluring figure possessed the kind of allure that could captivate any man. Her beauty was both mesmerizing and provocative, leaving a trail of longing in its wake.