Emily Wickersham Hot Novels & Stories

I wondered if I was the only one who found her boring and was starting to wonder what kind of person Sasha was if she found someone like her interesting enough to keep as a friend. Emily Stewart, the woman I'd been conversing with for the past few minutes and was told by Damon to suck up to, had to be one of the most boring and obnoxious people I'd ever met in my life and getting high up the list was a disaster as I had met a lot of uninteresting people in my short existence on earth.

"Oh, Emily, what happened to you? Are you okay?" Emily's reaction was swift and fierce. She flung his hands away, her eyes blazing with a warning. "Don't touch me!" Amelia stepped forward, her voice laced with feigned worry. "Emily, darling, we were worried sick about you. Are you alright? What happened?" Emily's gaze narrowed, her eyes darting between Jackson and Amelia. She knew their concern was a ruse, a ploy to manipulate and control. She refused to play along, her silence a defiant shield against their false empathy.

“You look… nice.” “Thanks,” I said quietly. “It was my mom’s.” His smile softened. “Then it’s perfect.” Before I could say anything, Lilla popped up beside me with a paper plate of s’mores. “Emma! I didn’t know you’d actually come. You’ve been keeping secrets from me.” “Hi to you too,” I said, laughing. She handed me a marshmallow stick. “You deserve this. I saw Connor’s face when you walked up — he looked like someone just handed him the answers to life.”

His chest tightened with unbearable pain, beads of cold sweat forming on his brow. The other maids, observing his stricken expression, seized the moment to confess. "Sir," one began hesitantly, "Miss Emily was brutal. She insisted on using chili water to lace the whip to whip the madam. When Madam fainted, Miss Emily splashed water to wake her up. She threatened us not to speak, or we'd face the same fate." Emily's eyes widened in panic as the words spilled out. Crawling toward Eric on her knees, she wailed, "Eric, I can explain! Please, let me explain—"

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

Emma. Fuck!

The other. It was Emily! I froze in surprise. "Emily?" Emily Winston, Richard's younger sister, stood before me with an air of fierce determination. She had always been the fiery one in the Winston family, known for her sharp tongue and even sharper claws. "Ceres," Emily growled, her voice filled with both concern and anger. "I heard this woman cursing you downstairs, and then I saw her sneaking up here. Luckily, I followed her. She came here to kill you!"

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

It seemed impossible to walk in the dress she was wearing at the same time as the weather was so hot. Emily's steps got even longer when she realized that a car on her right side was increasingly slowing her movement to follow her steps. This then made Emily ignore it. "Hey beautiful, why are you alone in this hot day?" Emily winced at that. Immediately she turned to her right. A luxury car that she was very familiar with. In fact, there was a mischievous smile on his face. Liam. ***