Emily Laughlin Novels & Stories

Willow mumbled something but I didn't pay her any attention as I also joined the applause. Emily came to the spotlight and gave a bow. Her hair was pulled back and the color in it was taken out. She had only one piercing on her nose and nothing else. She looked quite responsible despite the casual t-shirt she chose to wear. "Thank you all for coming out here today. I umm..." Her eyes met mine and she smiled. "I am happy that I am here with everyone and I hope you all have fun!" Another round of applause exploded as she made her way to my table, where she should sit.

I smiled, “you can call me whatever you wish, lady Lisa.” “Good,” she nodded, smiling back. Emily stood at the podium. Dressed in a long overflowing golden gown with a delicately embroidered pattern that snatched her body to perfection. Her blonde hair did justice to her entire appearance, and her makeup, top notch. Up there, she shone. So brightly that I was reminded of Bertha. Something stung in my throat. “Hi everyone, I have a very pleasant announcement for us, ” she started brightly, her face pulling into a wide smile.

Though they exchanged glances occasionally, Emily offered a playful smile each time. After what seemed like eternity, the woman finally finished with her phone conversation. She noticed Emily had been studying her for a while and she felt compelled to ask. "Excuse me, but can I help you with anything?" Emily offered her a friendly smile as she approached her side. "Hi, I'm Emily." "Chloe," the lady introduced herself. "Your hair is really beautiful." "Thank you," Emily nodded, hesitated then continued. "Sorry, I was meaning to ask... You don't happen to know any Audrey Lancaster now, do you?"

She yelled at Dylan, pointing one of her perfectly manicured nails to his chest. I knew it was going to be a tough one trying to tell who was who between Dylan and I. Dylan said nothing and let her berate him. I found it extremely amusing. I heard a slight cackle and I looked behind me to see Emily holding back a laughter. She glanced at me knowingly, urging me to stop my wife from ranting on the wrong person. I just shrugged, not willing to do anything. It was fun seeing Emma lose her cool and making a fool of herself.

Emily replied and stood up to wear her clothes. I could've sworn she was made to be a vixen. “With a body like this, I might have more than one use for you.” I joked, observing her shamelessly. “And what will those be?”She asked. “I could show you.” I licked my lips. “This one time, I'd rather you tell.” She laughed, catching me in my cunning. “You're such a spoilsport.” I winced, getting up. Emily was right. I should be glad that I won't be facing murder charges.

said Liam proudly. Emily Watson, in her mid-40s, dark and exotic, with a curvaceous body and caramel eyes that made her look like a fairy tale character, opened her arms wide and hugged Audrey tightly. It smells like freshly ripe pie apples and a hint of soft jasmine. "Oh, my human friend, I thought you were much more charming than those people talk about," Emily exclaimed cheerfully. She let go of her arms and held Audrey's shoulders, looked at her carefully from head to toe, then turned to Liam.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

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.

" A moment later, the elevator across the room slid open and a tall woman dressed in a short floral gown began to approach her. As she got closer, her face became clearer. This must be Erin Wiley, Emily thought to herself. She heaved a deep breath and plastered a genial smile on her face. Erin walked across to her and stopped right before her face. She gave a warm smile. "I am told that Edmund's new PA is waiting to meet with me," she said, staring straight at her face. Her voice had a rich Irish brogue to it. "My name is Emily Peterson," Emily offered quickly, smiling. She stretched her hand in the air and Erin took it. "I'm Edmund's assistant."

Dream cars do exist, and they are in her garage. I took a glance at Hilary. Her face and body edging into enough starlight for me to see her beautiful eyes were seriously nailed at the main road. I am not a bisexual and mostly not a lesbian. I appreciate the beauty that was made by god. How lucky I am to have her as my best friend!? I comfortably seat and keep my gaze at the rare view mirror.