Emily Jade Novels & Stories

One of the reasons, my dad couldn’t stand me. Jade knew what happened to Emily five years ago. She knew because they studied at the same college. And even though they couldn’t be called best friends exactly, they got along well. While Jade was wild, bold and roguish, Emily was the complete opposite. She was soft-spoken, polite and studious. Though she did have a spur of valour in her veins, too—she was a Richmond after all. Bloody stubborn and impulsive. But it was her good heart and the desire to save the whole fucking world that led her to her demise.

She was wearing a delighted though evil smile on her face, so she must have gotten something she liked. Emily's turn came soon after, and she was given a bunch of denim and flannel. It looked like she was supposed to plan for a country western theme. This was not exactly her forte since she grew up in a big city, but she was sure that with a little inspiration from her favorite country singer Quinn Faines she would come up with something the likes of which people have never seen.

I ask sweetly. She remains silent for a while as if thinking through her answer, “Well I went to pursue my modeling career and he had just started working at his company. But that doesn’t matter now. I’m happy for you guys and you have my full blessings, Emily. Let’s be besties, I can even give you some tips about Liam.” She winks at me but I wonder as I pull over to Richgard’s estate, What is her stance? I feel like she has a split personality but then, It feels like I’m just being too insecure. She may be blonde but she’s not Victoria.

As I read the what was written under it. Emily Hart. 28 years old. CEO and Owner of DEE Luxury Diamonds. Her smile. Those eyes. That face I'd been searching for. The face that haunted my dreams. Tears dropped onto the photo. I was sobbing now. I couldn't stop. "My Emily. I finally found you baby."

"I told you not to call me with that name!" "Opps, sorry!" She put her hand beside her face while doing a peace sign. "What took you so long?" Her lips formed a pout when she heard my question. She's very childish. I don't even know how she became my friend because we have totally opposite personalities. She's this super energetic girl that you usually see running around the campus like a child, just so she could be the first one to reach the cafeteria. To think that she's already in college for Pete's sake.

“As if.” “The Damien Hardy?” The audience whispered among themselves. Emily stood there, exposed beneath the lights, clutching the card as the truth settled in. Damien William Hardy. The most eligible bachelor in the country. Billionaire heir. Untouchable. What would a man like that want with a leftover woman?

Chapter Thirty Six I stared at the beautiful girl in the mirror for the umpteenth time, her dark hair up in a curly burn with tendrils on both sides of her face. Her emerald eyes stood out with the highlight of mascara. They had grey specks in them that sparkled like stars of the night, her lips enchanting with the pink lipstick while her skin was glowing. She was wearing a beautiful white dress that stopped above her knees, its straps sleeveless with a V shape at the front and the back, with a white belt after the V and then a wild skirt.

Emma chipped in. Eve turned towards the two womaen asking her the same question repeatedly and yelled angryly. “I said i don't know. What else do you want me to say? I came alone.”and again, Her hands played with her earrings. “Fine then.”Emma voice potrayed wrath, “Then i won't hesitate to show you that you're nothing but a dog used by the organization.” She picked her phone, dialed a number and the person picked at the first ring.

I put her down when I heard a screeching voice of a girl. "Hey, Akshitha. How many times do I have to tell you not to climb this wall? Hey, your leg is ok now? See you have disturbed, Yadav!" she spoke to Shia. "Hi, Yadav. I'm Emily. Benjamin is my grandpa. I'm so glad that I get to meet you in person. I hope you know me. I'm the photo model for your new face cream." She introduced herself with a hug. That hug was a little too much for an intro hug. I didn't enjoy it. But when I saw Shia, I wanted to play a game!

"Our vehicle has arrived, Princess." Emily froze seeing Cayden's hand stretched towards her. After pondering for a moment, she finally put her finger there. "I can't do anything stupid or embarrassing anymore. I am Emily Harper, the genius and reliable Savior heiress. I have to show them the real me—confident and brave," she thought. With her head held high and her steps steady, Emily walked beside Cayden's wheelchair. Orion happily carried her suitcase. He was secretly impatient. In a moment, there would be something funny to tell Louis.