Emily Tilton Novels & Stories

Jack, in the same shocked, hoarse voice, said: “Greetings to you, the she-wolf of the Ruling Southern Clan, the daughter of the leader Gabriel, the heiress of the Southern lands, Princess Emilia. The she-wolf growled again, looked around the entire Great Hall, or as Mike and Jer called it - ritual, and the wolves in it - no one got up and did not dare to raise their heads. "Who is Jack talking to?" a thought flashed through Emily's head. "Who is this Emilia? Where is she? And why is everyone on their knees?" and then it dawned on her. Emilia, princess, is there something? What kind of nonsense is he talking about? The girl tried to answer the leader, but instead of words there was a roar. "Y

“And this cake, it’s been the highlight.” “Glad to hear that,” I said. “My mom will be thrilled. She always gets a kick out of hearing people rave about her baking.” Emily laughed softly. “Well, she has every reason to be proud. It’s definitely a winner.” “So… you’re a friend of Kayla and Sophia?” I asked, wondering why I’ve never seen her before. “Yes,” she answered with a smile. “I recently started working as a fashion designer for Raven Media.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Wait, you’re that Emily who made all the gowns? The bridal gown too?”

said the Linchesters' daughter. "Lily, Lily Williams" Clarissa said before Lily could say anything. "Nice to meet you too, Emily." Lily said smiling at her. Emily's eyes were widened but not much, it would be noticeable for the ones who knew she was after Zared. The colour of her face was now paler than before, she had dark hair and dark eyes, she was wearing a silver dress which ended at her calves and a slit around her chest. Emily looked at Lily up and down, she scoffed and looked away. Clarissa held a smirk, she was really enjoying it.

It was Emily, a woman whose presence in this unexpected encounter was enigmatic, to say the least. When Francisco's intense gaze fell upon Emily, he was met with an audacious smile and a flirtatious wink. "Did I interrupt you, babe?" Emily inquired, her voice dripping with innuendo. Emily, with her striking beauty and an allure that could captivate any soul, had long graced the pages of fashion magazines as a celebrated model. Her ebony eyes, raven-black hair, and alluring figure possessed the kind of allure that could captivate any man. Her beauty was both mesmerizing and provocative, leaving a trail of longing in its wake.

With a deep breath, he cautiously approached the door and opened it slightly, revealing a young woman drenched in rainwater. "Miss Emily?" Aiden's voice held a note of surprise. "What are you doing here?" Emily's eyes darted nervously, her voice quivering. "I overheard your conversation, Aiden. I... I think I can help. I've been working as Lady Victoria's personal assistant for years, and I've seen things—things that might be crucial to your investigation." Aiden motioned for Emily to enter, his curiosity piqued. "Tell us everything you know, Emily. Every detail could be vital."

“Emily, Emily, Emily!” Her name echoed through the buzzing crowd, a symphony of admiration from excited voices. She strode elegantly along the crimson carpet, her poise commanding attention as cameras flashed in rapid succession. The world seemed to pause for her; every journalist, photographer, and fan vied for her attention. Emily Petals was no longer just another actress; she was a star—a beacon of grace and talent in the entertainment industry. “Emily, let’s take a picture,” her manager, Rachel, urged, pulling her gently to a waiting photographer.

They got to the place and Emily couldn't believe her eyes, it was much bigger than she expected, she saw different people walking in through the red carpet, people she had seen on tv, people she could only dream of seeing in real, they were right before her. She held Brian's hands and they both walked into the showroom. "Hey Brian" a man said as he walked up to Brian and gave him a soft hug. "Hey Wilton" Brian replied. Emily couldn't believe that she was standing with Mr Wilton, and did Brian just call him by his name, wow. "Thanks for coming under short notice" Mr Wilton said "Oh and who's this beauty to behold?" Mr Wilton asked, gesturing towards Emily. "Meet Emily, My wife" Brian replied.

she said indirectly to Emily before taking a bite of her sandwich. Emily was a former cheering squad leader at the university and graduated three years ago; that’s why she was famous there. Tyron was impressed with the woman because she finished schooling with self-support. In terms of ability and achievement, she has nothing against the woman. But she doubted that Emily graduated because of her intelligence and scholarships.

"It seems we have a mutual… acquaintance." Camila's eyes narrowed. "If you're referring to Antonio, I'm not interested in whatever twisted drama you two have going on." Emily raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Darling, you have no idea." She swirled the vodka in her glass. "He has a… particular taste, doesn't he? For women who are… complicated." Camila bristled. She wasn't about to be drawn into some petty catfight, but it was clear Emily was trying to intimidate her, to mark her territory. And Camila couldn't care less.

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.