Emily Laughlin Novels & Stories

She couldn’t hold her anger and hence she decided to humiliate her in front of everyone! Emily was usually a calm and quiet person by nature and doesn’t like to fight back unless absolutely necessary and hence Selina took the opportunity to humiliate her! Selina started to clap loudly and said sarcastically, “Listen everyone! Please join me to congratulate Ms Emily who was just fired for indiscipline an hour ago but this great and talented Lady managed to impress and charm her seniors and secure a promotion! Congratulations Emily!”

Emily asked in a fake sweet voice. " What? " Shaina looked at her with red eyes. " this, " Emily poured the whole glass of soft drink on her head as they all laughed at her state. " Remember this next time, " Emily clicked her fingers in front of Shaina before they all started laughing at her; tears were already rolling down her cheeks as she ran away towards the washroom somehow. x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

Ayven beamed, gesturing for her to come closer. Shayla walked over and leaned down to see the screen. Emily’s face filled the tablet, her hair in two piggy tails and her smile showing the gap where she had recently lost another tooth. "Hi, baby girl," Shayla waved at the screen. "Good evening, Mrs. Cross!" Emily said with a toothy grin that made Shayla's heart melt. "How are you? Are you enjoying your holiday?" Emily's smile immediately turned into a pout. "No."

I paused "Emily?" She watched me carefully, her eyes searching for confirmation, but I kept my face neutral, if she was here, she was probably sure of the relationship between me and Emily, but that wouldn't change anything, because if she thought she could leverage this or something, I had worse dirt on her that she'd rather keep buried, finally she leaned forward, resting her elbows on my desk like she was about to share a delicious secret. “Oh, come on, Adrian,” she laughed softly. “Let’s not insult each other’s intelligence.” I said nothing.

She occasionally glanced at Emily, who was enjoying the food on her plate while chatting with Jeffry. "Hey ... why are you looking at me like that, Lyla?" asked Emily, flashing a friendly smile. "Do you have something to say?" "Yes ... You're so beautiful, Ms. McKennel. You're very compatible with papa." Emily's smile faded as it turned into a pseudo-red on her cheeks. She deliberately kept the smile from being drawn on her face because her cheeks would blush even more. "Call me Emily, Lyla. We're going to be best friends, okay?"

Emily said jokingly. Dustin burst into laughter. “You really make my day, Emily.” Emily smiled. “Me too, Richie Rich.” And they laughed again like they were the only people in the course. ** From across the fairway, Charles watched them. He leaned on his club, eyes narrowing as Emily’s laugh rang clear through the dusk air…bright, unguarded, entirely real. She was tossing her head back at something Justin had said, the perfect curve of her smile catching the last amber light.

stress. It was Saturday night... aka... Homecoming... and Emily, despite her frantic schedule coordinating her detective and problems at home, volunteered to be our official prep mistress. Right now, she was hovering over the ironing board, making sure Lily's shimmering emerald dress was flawless. "The hem is coming together," she mumbled more to herself as she worked. "Right? It's perfect, Em, and I'm starving. Can we get pizza before the limo?" Lily whined, already looking gorgeous with her intricate geometric nail art, yeah, the one she'd talked to me about.

Hilary looked confused for some reason in the picture. I stared at it. My jaw didn’t move, I just stared. My expression was emotionless. Emily’s voice was smug. “Liam’s been going to your house when you’re not around. You know he was her first love, right? Some things don’t just go away.” She said, her eyes locked on mine. A smirk played on lips like she won. I didn’t take the bait. I looked her in the eye and laughed. Once. Dry. “Right. I see it now.”

"How important is your work that you have to be alone with a man late at night?" What was he implying? Emily frowned. Logan pointed at Grace and said sternly, "Show her the photos." Grace still pretended to be gentle. "Dear, don't be angry. Emily is a sensible girl. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding." "I hope it's a misunderstanding," Logan slapped the table. "Emily, what exactly is your job?" "I'm a makeup artist," she replied. "A makeup artist for celebrities, specializing in makeup and styling." "For male celebrities?" "...Yes."

The sound fills the room — Lina’s voice is loud, sharp and practically dripping venom, tearing Emily apart in front of that board. Lina’s eyes flick to the screen, and to my absolute horror, she laughs. She actually laughs. "Oh, that?" she says casually, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Please. I did Emily a favor. Can you imagine someone like her representing a major brand? With my connections, I found out she had a big meeting, and well…" She shrugs, smug. "I thought the board deserved to know the truth." I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I feel like the ground is shifting under my feet. I take a step back, my voice rising, trembling with fury.