Emily Jade Novels & Stories

“That’s what makes this so fucked.” That shut me up. Not because I disagreed. Because she was right. Emery had chosen me—again and again, even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when all I offered her was a fake picture of safety. I swallowed hard. “Where is she?” “She said she would be at a press brunch. Somewhere small, private, downtown. A chance to reclaim the narrative, I guess. Take her story back. On her own terms.” “That’s suicide,” I muttered. “They will devour her.”

“We aren’t even married yet!” “Isn’t it already a done deal? Join me today,” Jade said as she gave Winter a once-over. “My darling Winter is so beautiful. Is there a man who wouldn’t fall for you?” Jade and Emilia had arranged to meet at Homestyle Garden House. Jade was a rather crass person, but she had learned to imitate the strict manners of upper society. Her father, Sebastian Jenkins, was a university lecturer, so the Jenkins family was considered part of high society. Thus, Jade put on the airs of a refined lady who meticulously adhered to formalities before others and naturally gravitated toward places that seemed cultured and refined.

“Why won't I come back, old man? This is...... ” “You don't need to introduce her to us. We know, Parker Alexa, the person who tamed my son's heart ” Emily yelled from the stairs while she came down from the last stairs and went to the living room. She was wearing a plane shorts accompanied with little shirt. Though she was in her forties, her body was sharp and agile with beauty like she was in her twenties.

she concluded. Returning the smile, I jerked to my feet. “Hi. I am Emily Blakesley,” I said. They glanced at each other. “Emily Blakesley?” Theresa asked. “Are you Princess Emily Blakesley of Azalea?” Hearing them mention my country brought so much joy to my existence. My lips parted in a grin. “Y-yes, I am,” I stuttered. “I am Princess Emily Thane Blakesley. Do you know my country?”

Jade smiles, her emerald eyes shining, and nods. “Of course, sweetheart. You are the one to decide who is going to be your life partner. But I can surely say, you will like him.” Coral rolls her eyes, now more annoyed at the fact that the man does not have a face. “Alright, I am leaving.” Right then, Emily enters and calls for Coral. Coral turns back and internally ponders what she will comment on now. Emily talks rash sometimes and some words she says aren't very sweet. “Jade, is this the dress you chose?” she asks her sister-in-law. To that, Jade nods. She is glad to see Coral in that dress and of course, she looks beautiful.

Emily started to laugh when she saw Kiara's expression. "Pfffttt ! I am not . " said Emily . Kiara released a breath of relief. " I am the grand duchess Emily Pendragon ." said Emily when she saw Kiara's relieved expression. She thought that it was fun to tease her since she had some really cute reactions . Kiara's dumb expression made Emily laugh even more . " Hold on ! This is weirdly too good to be true ." said Kiara confused. "It is true ." said Emily with a warm smile .

Ella is fidgeting with the hem of her dress, looking back and forth between her sons and the lewd. ‘My Fiance, Sugarcup. Could you not stay away for a minute?’ Juicy…ahem! Quincy immediately smiles as he stands up to receive a hazelnut-head slender vampiress. Emily, for my utmost discomfort, is a drop-dead stunning vampiress who could have walked out of a fashion and skincare magazine cover. Tall, petite, pale, high-bridge nose, big doe eyes, and plump lips—she does not look a day older than twenty-five and a granddaughter figure in the arms of the son of a blood-sucking bitch!

**Jade POV** Elliott took my hand and led me out of our room. OUR room. Even that thought made me smile. As we were walking toward the elevator, I saw Emma’s door open. She looked a little tired, which was confusing given we’d never had such comfortable accommodations, but maybe she just missed being roommates. She smiled weakly at me, her long dark hair falling perfectly straight around her. She was wearing leggings, a cute flannel, some sneakers, and a light brown jacket. She looked so beautiful, I couldn’t help but smile at my best friend.

The cameras snapped relentlessly, and though I kept my posture poised, my hands trembled at my sides. Just as I started to steady myself, Jeff leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "They're all staring at you." His voice was laced with cruel amusement. I turned slightly to look at him, confusion knitting my brows. "For the wrong reasons." He added with a scoff. The world around me blurred, my stomach twisted. "Jeff… " "You really think they’re impressed?" He chuckled lowly, "They’re looking at you because you don’t belong here Emma. You're like a poorly wrapped gift, pretty packaging, but disappointing when opened."

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.