Emily Thomas & Friends の小説・ストーリー

But then, why would Mr Thomas hand his position to Emily when she's not his biological child? “I believe Mr Thomas has two children, isn't it?” “Yes sir. Roberts and Ursula Gills. Roberts is currently serving in the Military. He was the former president of the imperial company, but the nature of his job made him drop the role. Ursula, on the other hand, is currently in Australia with her entire family. I still don't know why Mr Thomas made Emily the manager of the company.” Paul added, and an unsettling silence lingered in the air. We both stared into each other's faces, trying to make sense of the whole thing, but we could come up with no reasonable analysis.

The picture was that of a wolf cub lying in tall grass while her mother groomed her. Stunned silence descended. Thomas entered the room overhearing the comment. He passed Brandt, walked behind Emily and said quietly, "Our littlest demons are our most beautiful and precious possessions." Emily turned instantly at the new voice. Thomas slowly took her hand so she wasn't startled, drew her fingers to his lips, and kissed the back of her knuckles. "I'm Thomas, father to the young man keeping you separated from your family." He cast a sideways, discretionary look at his barely contained son who did not want another man touching his mate. He ignored the low growl. "Welcome to the pack Emily, we ar

Elena said quietly, "let Emma go. Take the company, take everything, but let that little girl go home to her family." "Elena, you're not listening." Thomas walked to one of the shipping containers and leaned against it like he had all the time in the world. "Emma is going home to her family. To me. To a stable environment where she won't have to worry about Mommy and Daddy's drama anymore." The sound of car engines outside made everyone tense. Thomas's backup arriving, or the cavalry Elena had secretly called? With Thomas Romano, it was impossible to tell which scenario he'd planned for.

he adds. “He could have just told us the truth!” Mother snaps. “Don’t act like you ever liked her either. We need to stop pointing fingers and figure this out,” she adds before turning to me. “Get her back even if it means getting rid of that prince.” I don’t have words to respond to that. The images of Emily with that prince are already giving me a headache. “Sir…Sir…” Thomas walks in and hesitates. “Ma’am …no, Miss Emily…she…”

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.

someone Cody mentioned and they burst out laughing. The group of friends always found ways to turn everything into a joke while never leaving Hannah behind. But no one noticed the hard expression that marred Thomas’s face as he abruptly stood up excusing himself. His mood had changed within a blink of an eye. “Where are you going?” Jojo screamed as she ran after him. “And why exactly is Emma going in with them, what is she up to?” Loveth asked noticing the red head following the group with a sly smile on her face. It was obvious the girl was up to no good.

Laughter punctuated their conversation, creating an infectious atmosphere as they effortlessly navigated the urban landscape. “So, by the way, how is Thorian?” Emily casually inquired, her curiosity directed toward their mutual friend. Nash, however, responded with a furrowed brow, picking up on the unexpected interest in Thorian. “Why are you asking about Thorian?” Nash questioned, his gaze sharpening as he sought to unravel Emily’s motives. Unfazed, she rolled her eyes at his suspicion. “Oh, please. Everyone knows I’ve always liked Thorian. He’s been my favorite member of the gems,” Emily admitted with a mischievous grin. “And I think he’s hot,” she added, provoking Nash to playfully flick

Damien didn’t respond; rather, he turned to Emily. “This is my uncle Thomas Hardy,” he said, making no move to greet the man himself. Thomas’s suit was expensive but slightly dated, his smile sharp and calculating. His eyes held none of the warmth Damien’s had moments ago. “Nice to meet you,” Emily responded, plastering her fakest smile. “I have met your son Walker. He’s…” she paused, choosing her words carefully, “…very different. A lovely man.” “Ah,” Thomas chuckled. “So you bite. I was told you’re a bit mellow. I would have had a lovely time bantering with you. It’s a shame women in this family do not last long.”

“Raymond told me you’ve been playing by Thomas’s rules, but you’re ready to change that. Is that right?” “Yes,” Raymond and I answered simultaneously, the urgency in our voices unspoken but understood. A faint smile touched her lips. “Good. You’ve come to the right person.” Emilia sat down and motioned for Raymond and me to hand over our phones. As I passed mine to her, she deftly pulled out a small device, connecting it with a quick, practiced motion. “I’m tapping both of your phones. Next time Thomas calls, we’ll use the signal to trace his location—no matter how well he’s hidden it or if he’s calling from an anonymous number.”

“Emily, please tell me you're not about to dive headfirst into trouble again.” Emily smirked, her eyes gleaming with determination. “Oh, come on, James. Trouble always has a way of finding me, although this time, I admit I’m the one seeking it. I'm going to make Wyatt McKinley pay for everything he's done to us.” James stops short, snapping his full attention to Emily. “You’ve met him?” “Oh, yeah. Last night at a charity event.” Before James can respond, Sarah Thompson, Emily's loyal and vibrant best friend, breezes into the room, her energy contagious.