Emily Tilton Novels & Stories

The room filled with a mix of surprise and murmurs, as the members of the board exchanged glances, clearly recalling the images that had captured our commitment. A surge of chatter ran through the room, some words of surprise, others of curiosity. One board member, Mrs. Carmichael, an old friend of my grandfather, raised an eyebrow. "And remind us who might the lucky lady be?" She leaned in. “A formality – we’ve all seen the news online.” "Emily Stanton," I replied smoothly, keeping my composure. "My assistant. We've been seeing one another privately for quite some time. We decided to keep our relationship under wraps, out of professional courtesy and, of course, to maintain a semblance of d

It’s not like Dynirho wasn’t in for it. Curling his luscious naturally velvety lips, he smirked, revealing his seductive allure. Even the duchess had to look elsewhere to avoid the hypnotizing power. He leaned to her ears and whispered the things she yearned the most. “Emily Emmerson, a Cotton Farmer’s daughter...” he honestly admitted. Shock and dismay were evident on Duchess Carlotta’s eyes but the earl made sure she doesn’t end knowing that enough for it wasn’t the real measurement of a person, as he believes. “… but Emily can speak and dance well too as the nobles do.”

Miranda inquired as she stared at the lady with her arms folded. "Emily is my name. What exactly were you doing in this section of the castle?!" She enquired. "I got lost. I was just wondering about the castle when I got lost." Miranda inquired as to the lady's status within the Templetons. Is she one of the brothers' wives? It isn't possible. None of the brothers appear to be married, and Damien appears to despise women, but why?! She couldn't explain herself; all she could do was think.

It is full of chocolate, letters, flowers, and other things in a romantic way. She is what every man desires. She's pretty, smart, and has a body of a model. Small waist, big bust, big bum, small face, and not to mention she's 5'6 while I'm 4'11. Not like other beautiful and famous girls, Hilary is such a humble and kind person. Also, the power and money she holds, she's rich and her family owns a famous company in this city. Just imagine how perfect she is? This how good Hilary's life is.

Milli answered quietly; the thrill of putting Tonia McConnell in her place was suddenly gone, like her hope for a miracle. “And Emily?” Her aunt looked so worried for her. Milli busied herself decorating cookies again, so she wouldn’t go on a hate-filled tirade. “Emily is completely fine because she isn’t related to Charlie in any way. Neither of the Rowling men are her father. Oh, Aunt Elizabeth, what am I going to tell her? Someday she’s going to ask about her father and what will I say?” Milli fanned the icing with a plate to dry it faster. “I knew Marni was cheating on Heith with Edgar and another guy, but Emily doesn’t belong to any of the men I thought were her father. And look at this

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

She couldn't feel any connection to her at this point, and all Serenity felt was pitch black emptiness. It doesn't come across as a surprise that he choose someone like her. Emily had a light tan complexion with blonde hair and greyish blue doe like eyes and do not forget those long legs and lean body. She was an angel compared to Serenity. She had a pale complexion with boring hazel brown eyes, brown hair and oh not to forget a curvy figure which some people considered unflattering. Emily climbs on to the stage from the front of the crowd and places her hand in his and turns to flash a smile at the excited and happy pack members.

Emily tries to hide her cranky tone, but her shaky voice doesn't go unnoticed by Josh. “Emmy, there's no need to be embarrassed, we're here in family, right?” Eleonor uses her sweetest, most sly tone. “You told me that your dream was to marry in the dress that someone important to you wore before…” “When did I say that?” Emily struggles to follow the same tone, but it comes off as just unnatural. In the eyes of others, she just seems like a shy girl who doesn't want her intimate dream to become public… But Eleonor knows that Emily can barely contain the anger she feels at this moment.

" A moment later, the elevator across the room slid open and a tall woman dressed in a short floral gown began to approach her. As she got closer, her face became clearer. This must be Erin Wiley, Emily thought to herself. She heaved a deep breath and plastered a genial smile on her face. Erin walked across to her and stopped right before her face. She gave a warm smile. "I am told that Edmund's new PA is waiting to meet with me," she said, staring straight at her face. Her voice had a rich Irish brogue to it. "My name is Emily Peterson," Emily offered quickly, smiling. She stretched her hand in the air and Erin took it. "I'm Edmund's assistant."

Chloe who saw that Emily had just finished an interview, immediately called her. Emily picked up a red dress designed by a well-known designer that was very expensive and stepped carefully, because many people saw the dress she was wearing. "Emily, he is Mister Kevin Chamberlain and Mrs Maria Chamberlain, he is the designer and founder of Vinlayn!" "So beautiful woman! She's the rising British model, Emily Andersen, right?" Said Mister Chamberlain, pointing at Emily. "Yes, that's right!" "Wow... you're so beautiful."" "Your dress is also very pretty!"