Emily Jade Novels & Stories

Prince Deacon introduced the first lady, standing 5' 3" tall, and stout with dark skin. Jayda had a mysterious feel about her. “Good morning,” Emily greeted, admiring her appearance. Jayda had an oval face, a turned-up nose, angled lips, and her brown eyes were little. Her brown hair was hip-length and frizzy and was styled differently every day. She usually wears dresses from this era, but today she was wearing a dress from the eighteen hundreds that appeared to be missing the boning that kept the skirt in a hoop. Emily had a feeling that Jayda was nice, and she was right. Jayda was also a discreet, rational, loyal, charming, and carefree person and her friendly smile gave that away at firs

Jade chuckled and urged Hunter to call out to Emmy. "Emmy." Hunter cleared his throat and knocked on the door again. "If you don't open the door now, the person you want to see is leaving." "I don't believe you. You're lying to me!" Hunter shrugged helplessly, gesturing for Jade to step forward. Jade walked to the door and called out, "Hello, Emmy. I'm Jade Severin." There was a moment of silence inside before the door swiftly swung open. Emerging from within was a young girl seated in a wheelchair, adorned in a fluffy dress and sporting two neatly tied pigtails.

But noticing that his friend was not looking at him, but in a completely different direction, he followed his gaze and saw Emily. She stood in jeans and a T-shirt, her hair was pulled into a high ponytail so that it would not interfere with her, while opening her graceful and thin neck for everyone to see. The hands were also graceful, especially the wrist - so thin and beautiful. In this T-shirt, it was clear that her chest was small, but high and, most likely, perfectly shaped. A narrow waist flowed smoothly into chic, slightly plump hips. In general, it was something to see.

Two weeks later, Emma could replay the same question that consumed her mind. She had faked a call just to avoid her sister's question, and she had a feeling Jade noticed it. After that, they headed home. Jade got home happily and couldn't stop talking about the fun they had. She even had a little personal concert for her sister where she played. It was wonky at first because she hadn't played in a long time, but after some time, she finally got the hang of it and knew she would need more training to fully master playing the guitar.

Verena The slap I sent across Jaden’s face was sharp and immediate. With shaky legs, I stepped closer to him. “Em…Em…Emi…Emily,” my voice cracked. “She is the sweetest person that I have ever met. Calm, easy-going and you toyed with her emotions because Kian put you to it?” I breathed, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape my bottom lashes. Jaden whipped his head to me and where I expected fire or a confrontation, he only straightened his cuffs—his eyes void of remorse or any other emotions.

It was also at that time did Emery come to know as to why Jadeite suddenly came to the empire and it was for the sole reason of escaping her mission and permanently cutting off her ties with the organization. “She seemed desperate to not get imprisoned for faking her identity so she offered to do anything for me. Of course, her offer was ridiculous at the time until she said that she was associated with the organization that you work for.” Not wanting to bust herself, Emery turned on her acting mode. She gazed at the duke’s daughter with a confused look. “Organization that I work for?” she asked, pretending to be ignorant. Lady Serena nodded. “And in that organization as well, there is someo

Paul, our science teacher growled at the girl who was standing at the door. She(Emily) shrugged her shoulders and gave him a disgusted look. "She is Emily, hottest and the most popular girl of school and she is Lily's biggest enemy as she is dating Lily's crush, the school's hottest dude " Jessie couldn't stop herself to speak again and I looked at Emily. She had a milky complexion with long wavy brown hair and large blue eyes. I shouldn't say but she was also dressed up like a doll. Her face was covered with a lot of makeup and her dress ended to her mid thigh. Undoubtedly, she was hot and pretty.

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

Emma advised her loyally. In Civada, people with no background would not be able to survive. Emily had a look of loss and despair, "But I do not know anything. What kind of work can I do?" Emma sighed. Emily had been spoiled like a young lady since she was young. She could not bear hardship and did not have a skill. It was really hard to find a suitable job for her. Being an actor before should be her big hobby. Wearing beautiful clothes, she only needed to be beautiful in front of the camera.

Angry and terrified, she threw her phone on the floor, flew into a rage, twirled her hair like a madwoman, and held her ears while laughing, crying, and screaming. Her emotions were mixed and drove her crazy. As she begins to remember the person who left, whom she met on social media, and the man she never would have imagined loving more than she did. This is Elijah Rodriguez.