Emily Tilton Novelas e Histórias

Then finally, Emily shifted slightly, resting her chin on his shoulder and glancing down at the floor where a few papers had fallen. “You think your team heard anything?” Adrian smirked.“Not unless they’ve got microphones in the carpet.” She rolled her eyes, swatting his chest lightly before going still again. Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen—Lila(Video Call)—then looked at Adrian. He gave a slight nod, lips curving. She answered. “Lila!”Emily smiled, tilting the camera so her friend could see her clearly. “I’m back!”she beamed.“Finally. My professor dragged me across five countries, three labs, and one very haunted guest house, but I survived. Barely.”

Don walked in again the second time today, I looked at him. "Your highness, Emily, the daughter of Alpha Lambert of the Howling pack called, she wants to see you." I groaned irritated just by hearing her name. I dismissed Don. I so wanted to punch a wall or even a person. Alpha Lambert's daughter, Emily is plain stupid and shallow. She was just a bimbo. A beauty without brains clearly spoiled and indulged by her father.

I came walking back from the kitchen with a piece of chicken in my hand, now topless, biting into it hungrily. “His name’s Titan,” I said with my mouth full. Emily didn’t even notice I had no bra on at first because she was too focused on Titan. “Titan? Is that a nickname?” He shook his head in reply. “My bad,” she said with a light chuckle. “I’m Emily. Housekeeper here. I clean, cook, and try to stop this wild woman from destroying the house. I am responsible for her. So help me God.” I rolled my eyes and settled on the couch.

LP I felt Killian tense beside me, but I spoke first. “What kind of instability?” Eleanor's smile was sharp as winter wind. “Shall I list them? A messy divorce that played out in public. A stepbrother-in-law who's become a public embarrassment. Media attention that makes us all look like characters in a soap opera.” “None of which has anything to do with Emery,” Killian said. “Doesn't it? She married Tobias, bringing him into our extended family. She's the one he's obsessing over, the reason he's making a public spectacle of himself.”

“Wait... Isn’t that,” She doesn’t finish. Just sits there. Mouth open. Callie and I both lean in. “Who?” Emily blinks, looking up at me like she can’t believe her eyes. “Charlotte... that’s Axton Rowe.”

he muttered, though his voice lacked its previous edge. "How can you say that?" I said, my voice rising. "You’ve let your ambition, your desire for power, blind you to what really matters. Both of you have!" Killian opened his mouth to respond, but his words were cut off by the echo of approaching footsteps. We all turned to see Emily entering the throne room, her expression smug, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she took in the scene before her. "Well, isn’t this a touching family reunion?" she sneered, her gaze flicking from Killian to Rodger and finally settling on me, a look of disdain twisting her features.

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.

It was the perfect spot, quiet, central, and full of people. Amelia leaned forward, eyes locked on the billboard. Her heart began to race with excitement. “Here we go,” Val whispered, her voice trembling just a little as the screen lit up. The billboard flickered, then their video played. The high-definition visuals were crisp. The lighting was perfect. But what stood out the most was Emily. She was stunning, elegant in every frame, graceful in every movement. Her voice was clear and confident as she spoke about the product. She handled the wigs with such professionalism and ease, it was hard not to be drawn in. Her natural beauty and poise filled the entire screen.

I woke up the next morning hearing some giggling coming from the living room, i stood up and straightened my hair and walked out of the room to see Damien sitting comfortably with a young girl of about 19 years old She looks at me with a huge smile on her face "Good morning, I’m Joslin Damien’s younger sister" the smile never leaving her face, she stretched her hand forward I smiled awkwardly "I’m Emily,nice to meet you Joslin" i turn to look at Damien who was sitting down

She often worried about it when she lay curled up in her black walnut bed o'nights, listening to the moan of the gulf and the Wind Woman singing in the trees, and drifted into sleep wishing intensely that she could solve the dark old mystery and dissolve its legend of shame and bitterness. Emily went rather languidly upstairs to the lookout. She meant to write some more of her story, The Ghost of the Well, wherein she was weaving the old legend of the well in the Lee field; but somehow interest was lacking; she put the manuscript back into the mantel cupboard; she read over a letter from Dean Priest which had come that day, one of his fat, jolly, whimsical, delightful letters wherein he had