Emily Laughlin Novels & Stories

Amy, with her vibrant personality and infectious energy, provided a perfect cover for the tension simmering just beneath the surface. The observer continued to follow them as they moved through the city, stopping at a quaint café. They chose a table outside, and the observer found a spot across the street, hiding behind a newspaper while still keeping them in sight. The observer watched as they laughed and chatted, their bond clear and strong. This was the Emily the observer remembered: lively, full of hope, and surrounded by people who cared about her.

May Conner seemed overjoyed. “In that case, I must invite more people over to witness Xyla’s downfall…” Emily chuckled coldly. “Of course, you should. She used to take up all the spotlight. Now, she’s going to fall off her pedestal. She deserves to be downtrodden. I want the whole world to know that Xyla Quest is done for! Hahahahaha!” Emily said. By the end of her sentence, she was laughing almost like a mad person…

Translation: I looked pretty, but fat. The fundraiser pics. I looked hot. I felt hot. But of course, the first thing she zeroes in on is the nonexistent bloat in the photo. I resist the urge to throw my phone across the room and instead fork another bite of spinach into my mouth like a responsible adult who doesn’t crave violence. At least the dressing is good. Emily, it turns out, is less of an agent and more of a glorified babysitter. A babysitter with manicured claws and a talent for passive-aggressive comments.

she said with a laugh. Her laugh was so contagious I started to laugh too. She helped me settle in and soon we were talking and laughing like we'd known each other for decades. We clicked so much. “My name is Emily," she said. “My name is Lila." “I know." We got ready for class together, the feeling was refreshing... Is this what it feels like getting a friend? It feelsss gooddd. "Hey I have something to tell you," she uttered as she but her brown hair into a bun.

But to our surprise he defended Liam. "What Liam did is correct. I support my best buddy." He said smiling at Liam. Something is off between them. What's with the telepathic conversation between Liam and Aiden!? Then we ate with small conversations here and there. I learned that Emily is pursuing as an Architect. She loves to create different things so she opted for that. She is an year older than me. "Where are we going next?" Emily asked. "I know that you have already planned Em, Just tell me the spot." Liam said reading her sisters intension just with her speaking.

Something in my chest tightened as I watched her lean in, whisper something that made Ethan laugh softly. There was a glint of something flirtatious in the way she touched his arm, casual but not accidental. I blinked, trying to place her face. And then it clicked. Emily. I had seen her before, on business covers, in financial news. The daughter of Richard Langford, a well-known financial mogul. Brilliant. Groomed for power. And now… standing just inches from Ethan, as though she belonged beside him. As if on cue, I caught voices behind me.

"You're crying? Why are you crying? Did I say anything wrong?" Emily shook her head a no, when instead she wanted to say yes. "Honestly, Emily, with the way you shed tears, if you were being paid, you'd be fu**ing rich by today." Lauren ran her hands soothingly over her hair. Stroking it lightly. Forward and backward. Forward and backward. Emily laughed lightly at the truth in Lauren's words. She didn't want to laugh. She was sad. And intended to be sad. "You're going to be okay." Lauren said, again.

Calvin replied, reaching out to tousle Emily's hair playfully. Throughout the journey, Calvin couldn't stop laughing as Emily told stories about her innocent and funny students at school. What made it funny was actually how Emily narrated the stories. She was so adept at expressing herself with her body gestures. Calvin couldn't believe that Emily's once annoying quirky behavior was now something he genuinely enjoyed.

“I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction.” “She even said I looked good.” Miriam raised an eyebrow. “And that Damien was quite the man.” Emily lost it. She pressed her hand over her mouth but the laugh came out —uncontrollably “She said that?” “With her whole chest.” “And you just—” “I said I know.” Miriam took a sip. “And left it exactly there.” Emily shook her head, still laughing. “I cannot stand that woman but this is very funny.” Emily was still laughing when Miriam’s phone lit up on the bed beside her.

Why? A million and one thoughts ran through my mind, but I barely had any second to take it all in before someone cut in again. Emily let out a rasping laugh, the sound grating and cruel. “Oh, how sweet. The mighty Xavier, played by not one, but two women.” Her gaze flicked between us, sharp as daggers. “You must feel so very proud.”