Emily Wilde Novels & Stories

I asked, studying the figure. The stranger reached up, slowly pulling off the mask to reveal a petite woman with a pixie-like face and short black hair cut close to her head. Her gaze was sharp, intelligent, and assessing. “Hi, Noah,” she said, extending a hand toward me. “I’m Emilia.” “Emilia…?” I echoed, reaching out to shake her hand, still somewhat taken aback by her sudden appearance. “Emilia, the hacker,” Raymond clarified, a grin touching his lips as he took in my surprise.

It renewed her determination: to earn enough money so she could provide her son, Milo, with a life of freedom—freedom to choose whichever restaurant he liked without having to worry about the size of his wallet. Wilda ordered for both of them, then took a sip of her expensive wine and leaned in, her piercing gaze fixed on Alessia. ‘So, tell me, did Jeramy ask you to get ad sponsorship from Wilde Enterprises?’ Alessia nodded. ‘Yeah, he did.’ Wilda’s expression turned thoughtful. ‘You know, I have a history with Wilde Enterprises. They’re the biggest deal in Veridian, and their reputation is untouchable. They wouldn’t want anything to do with a tabloid like BuzzBeat, at least not the old BuzzB

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!"

The scent of bleach was stronger now, sharper, as though the place had sensed what she carried and braced itself. Rose sat down on the edge of her bed. The thin mattress sank under her, and for a moment, she just stared at the floor. Her fingers shook when she uncurled them. The papers slipped onto the blanket beside her, pages whispering as they settled. Her eyes found the name first. Eli Zhou. Not Sallow. Not a single trace of Duke. She read it again, even though the letters blurred through the film of tears she hadn’t realized she was holding back.

Natalie nodded and handed the phone back to Emily. "It makes no sense, Nat. This is Colleen Van Holt. A billionaire heiress. Why would she join Dreams?" That was the million-dollar question that had been plaguing Natalie since she'd connected the dots. It made no sense to her that a hotel heiress would choose to be an escort, let alone vanish without a trace.

She says as I slump my shoulders, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to convince them otherwise. --- As I step inside the grand hotel, I am taken aback. It looked like a queen was getting married. Well, have you seen Eleanor? She is a goddamn queen. But I didn’t think Hank could afford such a grand money, I am guessing she is rich. I look down at my sundress which looked very simple compared to the people surrounding me. I thought the dinner and celebration was at 8 pm. “Oh my god, Emily, you are here.” I see this beautiful, tall woman gracefully walking towards me with her tight red dress.

The room spiraled into chaos as the arguing grew fiercer. "ENOUGH!" A voice rose over the noise. Instantly, there was silence as a woman in white robes approached the Empress's large bed. She was clean and pale, her skin seeming somehow translucent. But that was nothing compared to her eyes. Her irises, instead of being brown or blue, were colorless. More than that—they seemed to have a life of their own. A strange light swirled and shone between the black ring around the iris and the pupil, as if a storm were constantly brewing. It was mesmerizing. Even the Empress fell still between birth pains to take note of this strange character. "All of you, OUT," the woman in white ordered, "except y

I shook her hand hesitantly with the polites smile I could find, but I looked so nervous right now as I sat there staring up at her face. Zola Clair, daughter of Marcel Clair, we used to be great friends when we were kids but she moved away for boarding school, we saw her a few times after that and we also worked alongside her. She and I were friends before I met Mira, we all became friends after that, she had a crush on Josh for the most part of our childhood together, that was until she left. How in the world did Emilio even come across to meeting her let alone to date her?.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

Nyah quietly reminded her, "The one speaking is the fifth young lady, and the one next to her is the fourth young lady." In no time, the fifth young Lady, Emily, had approached Emma. She wore a light blue short-sleeved gown with a delicate hairpin in her bun. She wore a gold necklace with a gemstone; her face was oval-shaped, with slightly slanted eyes and a small dot between her eyebrows. Her rosy cheeks complemented her bright smile, revealing her charming white teeth. She was genuinely endearing. Beside her was another female servant dressed in a light pink short-sleeved gown, with a face somewhat similar to Emily's but softer demeanor—she was the fourth young Lady, Erica.