Emily Laughlin Novels & Stories

She was not sure of his age, but he could pass for a 30-year-old or more. "How about you?" Mr McClean asked. "I am Lily Shawn; I......." Lily said and paused not knowing what to say next. Her life was so pathetic right now. No family, no memory and she is not working. She stopped in her tracks. Mr McClean realized this and quickly concluded that was an uncomfortable topic. He changed the subject. "What do you like to do for fun?" Mr McClean inquired. Lily, who was lost in her thoughts did not hear what Mr McClean asked so when she opened her mouth the only word that came out was, "What?"

Zahir said with a scoff and Emil frowned. “By the way, where is Emily?” Zada asked curiously. “She started from her institute. She will be here any moment..” Emil said and true to his words, Emily walked in. She was wearing a black jeans, black t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Zada shot a teasing smile at Zahir and wiggled her eyes, pointing at his outfit and then at Emily’s. Zahir rolled his eyes realising that Zada was teasing him for their matching outfit.

_ Emily Collins is a young brilliant woman who started her business from scratch with the help of her two bestfriends and with a thick and heavy past behind her, she's doing good— as good as she can be with a little baby boy. But sometimes, our devil's like to play and come into light. Join Emily on a whirl wind of emotions as she tries to uncover her horrible past by opening old wounds, allowing them to breath and to finally heal.

I never knew they'd be this amazing! I walked over to Blaine and Lainee who were smiling widely, surrounded by nail polish, pizza boxes, and magazines. I plopped next to them on the floor and waited for someone to break the silence. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable earlier. We only want to help," Lainee apologized. I smiled. "It's fine. It's just hard to talk or think about the situation at the moment," I replied. They nodded in unison. "Well, I'm Luna Lainee. Since I didn't get to formally introduce myself a earlier."

Emily at twenty-two, champagne-soaked and laughing, was giving an interview after winning the championship. "What's next for Emily Lothan?" the reporter asked. "Everything," she'd said, eyes blazing. "The whole world." And she had given it all up. For me. My phone buzzed. A text from Vanessa: "I found the perfect dress for the gala! Red—bold but elegant. Can't wait ❤️" I stared at it. Then at the photos of Emily on my screen—young, powerful, beloved. My phone buzzed again. This time, an email from an unknown sender.

Elaine noticed the smug grin on Lincoln face and decided to ask him why he had such mischievous smile across his cute face. “What's so funny?”She asked going away from him. “Nothing serious Sweet.”he replied curtly and followed her to the bedroom. “Where is my Damsel by the way?” Meanwhile ... Emma dressed up to meet with Mr. Gauis. Whatever he wanted to see her for looked quite serious. She had gotten home extremely tired after Alex left her office. To get her mind of the anger she had within her for staying such a long hour with someone who have beeen pretending to be someone she knew all this while, she visitrd the military school.

I woke up the next morning hearing some giggling coming from the living room, i stood up and straightened my hair and walked out of the room to see Damien sitting comfortably with a young girl of about 19 years old She looks at me with a huge smile on her face "Good morning, I’m Joslin Damien’s younger sister" the smile never leaving her face, she stretched her hand forward I smiled awkwardly "I’m Emily,nice to meet you Joslin" i turn to look at Damien who was sitting down

Chloe who saw that Emily had just finished an interview, immediately called her. Emily picked up a red dress designed by a well-known designer that was very expensive and stepped carefully, because many people saw the dress she was wearing. "Emily, he is Mister Kevin Chamberlain and Mrs Maria Chamberlain, he is the designer and founder of Vinlayn!" "So beautiful woman! She's the rising British model, Emily Andersen, right?" Said Mister Chamberlain, pointing at Emily. "Yes, that's right!" "Wow... you're so beautiful."" "Your dress is also very pretty!"

Emily exclaimed loudly, giggling and laughing. Lilian stood frozen at the door as she struggled to breathe. The words cut through her like a knife, each one a fresh wound. Emily's voice was venomous, but it was Wilson's voice that sliced through her heart, leaving her shattered as she became the topic of mockery in their conversation.

“Madam Emily, you were phenomenal! You absolutely owned that stage.” “You really think so?” Emily asked, a touch of genuine vulnerability slipping through her composed exterior. “Destroyed it in the best way possible,” Lila whispered back with a wide grin, squeezing her arm supportively. Whispers from the nearby reporters drifted over like a gentle wave: “Her dress is stunning… I heard she designed it herself?” and “They actually seem deeply in love. Reed is luckier than we thought.” Each comment landed like a small, hard-won victory in Emily’s chest. She allowed herself a quiet moment to savor the warmth of it, even as the earlier pain from Lila’s revelations continued to simmer underneath,