Emily Wilde Novels & Stories

I said, dropping all of my ego and pride. Emily let out a soft sigh and turned to stare straight ahead of us; "I know Violet. I know that you refused to kill Axel... I also know that you care about him... And it is for these reasons, I haven't gutted out your internal organs yet," she added with a grin on her face. I could only nod as I didn't know what to reply to her with. "Now, to the question I fucking need a pressing answer to; who is the Widow?"

The servant, Mila, whom she knew well, was shocked to see her. "Mi-Miss Emily! What a surprise," Mila exclaimed. Emily smiled warmly. "Hi, Mila. I’m here to see Jerome." Mila hesitated. "P-Please, stay in the living room. I’ll call Sir Jerome for you." Emily waved her off with a smile. "It’s fine, I’ll go to him." Mila tried to stop Emily, "Miss Emily, please—" But because Emily was also the daughter of a Delta, Mila, an Omega servant, couldn't insist. Reluctantly, she stepped aside. Emily gave her a reassuring smile and headed upstairs, her excitement building with each step.

“Everything you can find on her. I don’t care if it takes all night. I want every single thing about her, who she is, where she came from, her childhood. I want to know if she uses the bathroom, I want to know where she uses it.” Ethan stood near the desk, expression rigid. Carter leaned against the wall by the door, arms crossed, already tense. Both men understood when I was angry, and right now I was more than just angry, I was livid. That woman approached my mate and she did it without question. She did it without difficulty and the cold chill that Sienna felt, it did not make sense. Ethan nodded. “You want just Delilah?”

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

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.

She nodded, her eyes fixed on the tall, imposing structure in front of her. Emily was dressed in tattered clothes, dirt smudged on her face, her hair disheveled. Today was her first mission, and it was happening in a five-star hotel that catered to the elite. The lobby was bustling with elegantly dressed people, a stark contrast to her current appearance. "Are you sure they'll let me in, dressed this way?" she asked softly, glancing down at her ragged attire.

EMILIA “Diana Vanderbilt. Twenty-two years old. Stanford graduate at twenty, dual degrees in business management and software development. At fifteen, she pitched the integration of predictive AI algorithms into Vanderbilt Holdings’ financial analytics suite — a move that slashed risk margins by 38% and tripled profits in under two years. Only recognised child of Genevieve and Andrew Vanderbilt. Heir to their billion-dollar empire. Spends her time between golf clubs, tech summits, and black-tie galas. Owns six Range Rovers, vacation homes on every continent, and is allegedly already done with her PhD.”

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.

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

~Adrian “What exactly do you want from me?” I asked. And she didn’t hesitate. “I want to marry you.” I blinked repeatedly. Was she insane? “Is this how you usually pick up guys at a bar?” I asked, already getting pissed off. She straightened, seriousness marked into her features. “My name is Emilia,” she said. “I’m twenty-three. I just graduated from college. I make my own money. “I’m super funny,” she said, almost too quickly, like she was nervous but trying not to show it.