Emily Sonnett Partner Novels & Stories

I was surprised why my mother learned that I was once in prison, but my father dismissed it and said, "This is all made up by the jailer, Emily is the prince's partner, how can she be put in jail!" "So, Emily! Is this true? " asked my mother. I waited for them all to quiet down before replying, "Yes!" " "This can't be!" My father looked at me with skeptical eyes, "Emily, did you upset the prince?" " "I don't want to talk about this right now!" I diverted from the subject, "In short, I will not accept Leon as my partner, and my decision will not change because of anyone!" " At this Susan immediately threw herself on the bed and wept softly. While my mother glanced at her in disgust, my father

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.

Liam began, his expression unreadable. “You could say that,” she replied dryly. “I need a partner,” he said bluntly. Emily blinked. “A partner? For what?” “A marriage partner.” Silence hung heavy between them, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Emily finally said, her voice flat. “I assure you, I’m completely serious,” Liam said calmly. Emily laughed incredulously. “You don’t even know me.” “I know enough,” he countered smoothly. “You’re hardworking, determined, and resourceful. Qualities I admire.”

Emma, however, lingers on the ground, staring at Peyton with her mouth slightly open. I stand up, holding my hand out so Emma will take it. She looks from my hand to me. Her bottom lip is turning red from the way she keeps chewing on it nervously. “Preston, you’re going to have to find another partner tomorrow.” She keeps her voice low so I’m the only one to hear it in the shuffle of everybody getting up from the table. I frown as I pull her from the ground. “And why would I partner with anyone other than my lovely, sweet, adoring girlfriend, honey muffin?”

Either way, I’m grateful. She tilts her head and changes the topic. “So… how’s Liam doing? Still with that pretty girlfriend of his? What’s her name again? Emily?” “Emilia,” I correct, tugging on a shirt. “Yeah. They’re still together. They’re... disgusting actually.”

“First you need to find a man to have a child with. Do you think you can do that? And he has to be very hot for your daughter to get the features you just described” After my words there was silence, the topic of finding a partner must've rendered her speechless but it needed to be said. I can't have Emily waste her days being hung up by her ex. Even though she's acting all tough on the outside, I can tell she's very broken on the inside. The blow from Alex really hit hard. “Ah, yes of course. You know I was very popular in college, finding a hot guy is my specialty” she replied passively then quickly added.

I cried until my tears ran dry and accepted the system’s offer to bind me to the Perfect Partner System. In the past, when we argued, Spencer said I was too jealous, immature, and not independent enough. I was not respectable and definitely not the sort of “Mrs. Greene” he wanted. After I was bound to the system, I prioritized him every time and ensured he was always satisfied. So, on the TV screen, I smiled calmly, raised my hand, and hushed them. Then, I accepted one of the microphones and smiled at the cameras. “Spencer and Ms. Xander are only business partners.

A sad, emotionally confused potato with a crush on a British sociopath she absolutely did not have a crush on. "You've been in here all day," Emily said from the doorway as she made her entrance into the room. "Maybe I like it here." "It smells like sadness and old pizza." "That's my emotional support pizza." Emily walked in with a box of pizza in her hands and flopped down beside me. Her pink glittery phone case caught the light and sent sparkles across the ceiling. Everything about her was sparkly. Even her energy. Especially her energy and honestly at this moment i loved her energy.

The maître d' greeted Alexander by name. "Mr. Frost, Mr. Stone is already at your table." My stomach clenched. Here we go. Marcus Stone was exactly what I expected. Mid-forties, handsome in a polished way, with calculating blue eyes that assessed me the moment we approached. He stood, smiling. "Alex! And this must be the famous Emily." "Emily, this is Marcus Stone, my business partner," Alexander said, his hand moving to the small of my back. "It's lovely to meet you," I said, offering my hand.

" The words had barely left Emily's lips completely when the hall suddenly went up in screams. Everyone on the dancefloor left and soon there was a crowd in the hall, screaming in excitement and bemusement. "What could be going on?" Ryan took my words. "I'm not sure, but I'm guessing two things.." Emily started, "Either Leo McLeod, the hottest superstar, and my forever crush is here or Sebastian just came in with his girlfriend." Ryan flashed me a look, "Sebastian has a girlfriend?" "Oh yeah, he's dating Sophie, one of the meanest girls around," Emily emphasized cluelessly, "I bet they walked in together just now." "You knew they were together?" My brows narrowed as I asked Emily.