Emily Thomas & Friends Novels & Stories

All Thomas could do was laugh at the ball of fur that snored louder than he did. They sat and talk for what seemed like hours. When it had gotten late, Thomas walked his mom to the door. He didn’t pay attention when she really didn’t want to leave his house that night. He just figured she was just being “mom.” That night Emily passed away in her sleep. Thomas dropped by her house around eight am the next day. He had tried to call her a few times, and when there was no answer, he thought it was strange. He knocked on the door as he came in.

And this confirmed the thought that she had indeed made a real friend, not just another phony pretending to care while messing with her. Emily’s face lit up with excitement as she pulled out her phone and quickly typed a message. "You're my first real friend. Want to be besties for life?" The moment Amelia saw the message, a gentle smile blossomed across her face. Her fingers flew across the screen as she typed out her reply. Then, in a soft voice, she read her response aloud. "Of course I do! I don't mess around when it comes to real friends." Emily's heart soared. She clung to her phone, eyes fixed on the screen, as Amelia’s comforting words echoed in her head like a favorite song on repea

How was she supposed to explain to the company that she had been cowering indoors as the thugs of West LA started their riot? They called the cops but it took them a while. In fact, Becky had risked her life by coming out because the cops never arrived till she left. She'd never experienced such drama before that it looked like some Mafia gang movie. Her roommate, Mel, and friend of barely a week, hadn't returned since Saturday when she went on a love trip to Paris with her boyfriend.

“Rachel, that’s the one you always had clinging to you when you came to the moots, right? Emily was the poor soul, always trailing after your sorry ass.” “Yeah, that’s right. I feel bad about that now, for Emily. She didn’t deserve that. But Rachel disliked having Emily near us. Do you think Rachel knew Emily was my rightful mate?” “I don’t have a clue, but from the few times I spoke to her. Well, let’s say I could have told you she wasn’t your mate. That girl had a roving eye worse than any randy male wolf I’ve ever seen. Rachel never had a nice thing to say about Emily and Eva if I remember, but to their faces, she called them a friend. It just made me steer clear of her. All that beauty a

Eyes in the Shadows From the shadows of a nearby alley, a figure watched as Emily and her friends strolled through the city. The observer’s eyes were keen, tracking every movement of Emily, Kamsy, and Amy. This was not the first time they had been under surveillance, but they were blissfully unaware of it. The observer had been following Emily for weeks, blending into the background, unnoticed yet vigilant.

"Emily will never leave me-" "She already did. You may not realise it now but it's already too late to bring her back. You were also his best friend, Edward. Why do you think she isn't picking up your calls and replying your texts? Shouldn't she be missing you as much as you're missing her? Shouldn't she be trying to contact you as much as you have tried contacting her for months? It all means she has moved on. From you. Your friendship. Her fake marriage. Everything. And I'll be glad if she could go back to being her normal self-" "No! Why'd she move on? She has me-"

“Become a man better than all of us." Another familiar face trudged forward from the back. Nurse Emily was the last of them; just in a corner quietly watching every one of those emotional happenings. But on seeing Thomas beside Fred, she covered her mouth with her hand in shock. "My God," came her whisper with her voice almost choking. Thomas turned at the sound of her voice, recognition hitting him like a wave as soon as he saw her. "Nurse Emily?" They moved toward each other and embraced each other firmly as if time had folded in on itself.

Shit, shit shit… “No, we’re going to do couple therapy and we will try to work through our problems and I know I am adding to the list of problems,” she says and I stare at my best friend. I wish she would see herself the same way I see her. I wish she would find someone that truly loves her and that treats her right, not like that fucking idiot. I hate Thomas. “Okay, what is going on, Em?” I ask, and she taps her fingers lightly on the table as she stares at me. Then her eyes focus on her fingers.

Tom said. With that, Tom pulled Mary by her hand to get into the car with him. Once in the car, Mary impatiently started to ask him about Emily. “Brother, hurry up and tell me…” Emily was Mary’s best friend. When Mary’s best friend was in such a state, she naturally wanted to get to the bottom of it. Tom skillfully turned the car around and started telling Mary everything about what Emily and May Conner had done. After hearing this, Mary Sullivan immediately started laughing. “Haha, they’re pretty awesome… Well done!”