Emily Thomas & Friends Novels & Stories

“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

And before long, all women would. "It's Sylvia and Ruth's turn tonight," Emily said, smiling down at the...well, I guess harem is the best word. Maybe the only word. See, Tammy wasn't Emily's only hot friend. I took her before my sister, but the rest of them after. After my sister, but before I realized my own physical limits, to be honest. Not that the women complained. They were young and beautiful, but above all they were eager to please me. To show me what a good little slut they were.

"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-"

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!”

But noticing that his friend was not looking at him, but in a completely different direction, he followed his gaze and saw Emily. She stood in jeans and a T-shirt, her hair was pulled into a high ponytail so that it would not interfere with her, while opening her graceful and thin neck for everyone to see. The hands were also graceful, especially the wrist - so thin and beautiful. In this T-shirt, it was clear that her chest was small, but high and, most likely, perfectly shaped. A narrow waist flowed smoothly into chic, slightly plump hips. In general, it was something to see.

Today was Thomas' birthday. Hence, Fandrey and Deborah personally went to the company to send gifts to Thomas. Furthermore, the company also prepared a birthday gift for Thomas. On the other hand, Francis and Frederick also send gifts on behalf of the Gurney family as well. Both the Floyd family and Francis said they would celebrate Thomas' birthday. Also, Emily had already told them in advance that she would celebrate his birthday with him too. Hence, Thomas refused the Floyd family and Francis because celebrating his birthday with Emily would be more meaningful.

“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.

“That’s what best friends are for. Now promise me you won’t ghost me again. I don’t care how busy you are, just send me a text. Even just an emoji. Let me know you’re alive and functioning.” “I promise.” After they hung up, Miriam felt lighter than she had in weeks. Emily was coming back. That meant she would have someone in her corner, someone who saw through Margaret’s manipulations and didn’t make excuses for Thomas’s weakness. Four more days and she will have her best friend back.