Novel & Cerita Emily Laughlin

As I read the what was written under it. Emily Hart. 28 years old. CEO and Owner of DEE Luxury Diamonds. Her smile. Those eyes. That face I'd been searching for. The face that haunted my dreams. Tears dropped onto the photo. I was sobbing now. I couldn't stop. "My Emily. I finally found you baby."

Lila’s POV “Hello, Lila. How was your weekend?” “Oh, hey, Miss Emily,” I said as I approached the art room. Miss Emily stood outside the door wearing a beautiful, dotted dress that rested just above her knees and a pair of knee-high boots. Her short curly brown hair was pinned out of her face and rested just above her shoulders. She also wore very light makeup; I liked Miss Emily because she always had such a natural and comforting look. She was very beautiful.

but Emily didn't understand French because her mother was from Puerto Rico and she spoke mostly English like her father, Prosecutor Lincoln Carter. "Don't worry, Emily, I won't ask you to serve me. Just look at my handsome face and feel my touch. It might make your dreams come true!" Rayden’s words, accompanied by the touch of his lips on the sensitive spots of the woman’s body, made Emily unable to hold back the moans she had been suppressing since Rayden’s first touch on her body, which grew increasingly intense and deeper.

“Who is it? Is it Yana? The goddess of the Campus?” I shook my head. The next thing I did make Emily blink swiftly. “It’s me. I am the leading lady,” I said. “Those five rich and handsome men like me.” Abruptly, Emily laughed so hard. I was showered with her saliva, slash, and Che*tos. “You’re insane! Stop dreaming, Ryan! Wake up! Bohoo!” Her laughter echoed in the mini park of the Campus. Everyone looked at us. She was this loud when I accompanied her to a KPOP concert.

She was twenty-one now—taller, more confident, hair longer, eyes sharper—but still the same girl who once painted storms to heal her own heartbreaks. Emily sat in the third row—hands clasped tight in her lap, tears already threatening. Alexander beside her—suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, one arm around Emily’s shoulders, the other resting on Noah’s knee (Noah—eighteen now, freshman in college himself, here on break, looking grown-up in a button-down). The dean called names—slow, alphabetical. When “Lila Grace Knight” rang out, the auditorium seemed to shrink. Emily stood first—clapping so hard her palms stung.

Emily thank her best friend, sipping the alcohol in one go. "Are you sure you can go to school, in this condition?" Nice asked because her best friend now was a mess, her face and eyes were so red, if any paparazzi could come in now they would have loved to take photos of Mr. Hale's daughter, Emily. though she was just fifteen she was well known all over the internet for her life hack videos, her acting skills, her singing skills and let's not forget being the daughter of Mr. Hale, the CEO of N&H cooperations.

Emily shifted her gaze between Ashley and Alarina, a moment of realization dawning upon her before erupting into laughter. Caught off guard, Alarina inquired, "What's so funny?" Emily, regaining composure, assured her, "Trust me, she's on board." With that, Emily proceeded forward, Ashley and Alarina trailing behind, setting the stage for a day filled with laughter and camaraderie.

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

barked Lindsay Specter, her eyes glared at Emily. "No, ma'am," replied Emily flatly. she looked up and caught Brittany mocking expression towards her that made her upset. Brittany folded her arms across her chest as if to confirm Herr position which was way above Emily. "Come on dear, "said Lindsay to Brittany before both of them disappeared from behind the door followed by Sara. "I'm sorry Emily, I don't mean to put you in such trouble," said Dr Kohler, she felt bad because Emily got scolded because of her Emily smiled faintly. "No, worries Doctor, I'm glade that you mentioned me being looked like my son, that makes me happy!" replied her lightly. She wiped the corner of her wet eyes.

She then nodded and walked out of the attic. Thinking that Marvin might have come back, Emily tried to follow Sherlyn out. However, Lilliana brought down the knife on her. "Stop right there!" "Ah!" Emily screamed out in pain and covered her arm with her other hand. She was bleeding! Both Melinda and Lilin were shocked. They never expected Lilliana would use the knife on Emily. Melinda quickly supported the injured Emily. "Emily, are you okay?" No matter how brave Lilin was, she was still a kid. She immediately started crying when she saw the blood trickling down Emily's arm.