Emily Laughlin Novels & Stories

she mumbled, just loud enough for Emily to hear. The moment Layla closed the door, Emily couldn't hold it in any longer. She turned and practically ran back outside, laughing all the way. Olivia, who was tidying up Layla's colored pencils, was startled when Emily suddenly appeared, overcome with laughter. "What is it?" she asked, bewildered. Emily didn't answer right away. She sat down, clutching her cramping stomach and taking a deep breath to stop laughing. "Those kids are just so adorable," she said, starting to giggle again.

Emily leaned forward with wide eyes and a whisper of awe, saying, "Oh my God. You should definitely go for it. That man is, like… tall, dark, dangerous, and way too sexy to not ruin your life in a good way." I choked on my own spit. "Emily!" Lily burst out laughing. "Okay… yep, we're keeping her. We are all going to get along so well." Emily blinked innocently. "What? I meant it as a compliment." Choking on a laugh, I coughed into my hand as I eyed her. This version of Emily felt like whiplash, sugar-sweet one second, bold the next. She gave a small smile, and we fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that settles after laughter fades. I lay back again, the sun warm on my skin, but even t

He gurgled sweetly, his tiny hand clutching my index finger, his mouth working rhythmically around the green pacifier I'd just slipped between his lips. His name was Liam. And despite how he came into this world, despite the confusion and bitterness that surrounded his birth, I had grown to love him. He had my dimples. Behind me, Emily stood at the dressing mirror, applying her makeup with practiced strokes. She wore a sleeveless pink dress that hugged her curves, paired with gold earrings and nude heels. Her hair was packed up neatly in a bun, and she looked as though she had stepped out of a fashion magazine. She turned to me and adjusted one of her earrings. "How do I look?"

Yet, deep down, I knew I didn’t have a choice. Before I could linger any longer on my spiraling thoughts, a burst of laughter echoed from the hallway, followed by the click of high heels against the tiled floor. My body stiffened as the restroom door swung open, revealing Emily and her usual gaggle of sycophantic followers. Emily was the epitome of polished cruelty. Her auburn hair cascaded down her back in perfect waves, her makeup was flawlessly applied, and her air of entitlement was suffocating. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled with malice as she led her group inside.

Suppressing laughter, I nearly choke on it. "Did I just laugh?" My expression contorts in dismay at my sudden laughter. Quickly, I slammed my hands to my mouth, not wanting to get Emily attention. As feared, my laughter provokes Emily. "Why are you laughing? What's amusing about my words?" She demands, frustration dripping from her voice. I sigh, offering a brief explanation. “I wasn't laughing at you. I had some thoughts that amused me.” "Wow," she claps sarcastically, irking me. "You have your own thoughts while I'm speaking, huh?"

Emily gave a warning. Lavina wanted to give applause. It was just that she still slightly disagreed with Emily's sentence. So Emily wanted grandchildren too? Unfortunately Lavina chose not to have children. She wouldn't give Emily a grandchild. And Lavina firmly believed that women have the right to choose whether or not to have children

Stretching, she walked over to see Emily engrossed in her tablet, apparently watching Amelia's livestream. "Emily?" Leah called out. Emily snapped back, standing up straight, "Leah, it's not what you think. I'm just keeping an eye on the competition, I swear!" "Keeping an eye on the competition? And why were you smiling just now?" Leah inquired. Emily grimaced, "It's because Roll is too funny..." Leah rubbed her chin. Roll was a variety show personality known for his humor and crowd-pleasing antics. Amelia had managed to rope him in too?

said James. “And that thick, long, and silky dark hair of yours,” said Jason. “And those nice curves or yours,” said Jordan. “And those beautiful blue eyes of yours,” said Jack. Emily started crying with laughter and she said, “You guys are the best.” They all smiled handsomely at her. Emily looked back at the mirror and thought, “Emily Watson, not Wats, from this day forth, no more hiding. No more living in shadows. The real you is going to come out. It’s time to show those people and the world who you truly are.”

Then finally, Emily shifted slightly, resting her chin on his shoulder and glancing down at the floor where a few papers had fallen. “You think your team heard anything?” Adrian smirked.“Not unless they’ve got microphones in the carpet.” She rolled her eyes, swatting his chest lightly before going still again. Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen—Lila(Video Call)—then looked at Adrian. He gave a slight nod, lips curving. She answered. “Lila!”Emily smiled, tilting the camera so her friend could see her clearly. “I’m back!”she beamed.“Finally. My professor dragged me across five countries, three labs, and one very haunted guest house, but I survived. Barely.”

If Emily hadn’t mentioned it, it would have slipped her mind entirely. “Oh, right. That’s good to know,” Lilian replied evenly, forcing a polite smile. Emily leaned in slightly, her smirk growing. “You should try to get on her good side,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I heard she’s… sassy. Apparently, she doesn’t take kindly to people stepping out of line.”