Emily Wilde Novels & Stories

Wyatt was intrigued, and she intended to use that to her advantage. But beneath the surface, beneath her charming facade, Emily's true intentions simmered. Revenge fueled her every move, and she vowed to make Wyatt pay for the pain he had inflicted upon her family. This seemingly enchanting encounter was merely the beginning of her daring plan—a contract marriage proposal that would ultimately serve as a means to exact her long-awaited vengeance.

James chuckled, you don't have to tell me if you don't believe me James said slightly. "Okay, everyone knows my story anyways, I don't have to bther hiding it front he world," Emily muttered shrug. "You and everyone in the Specter's mansion must have known who am I...... "Emily said, staring sadly out of the window at the row of trees they passed. "Yeah of course! you're Emily Clark, the girl with a beautiful eyes and charming smiles," replied James cheerfully, Emily snorted, " I sell my womb and I make love to my master, What's the difference between me and a white?" chuckled laughing at herself.

I should have walked normally, she thought to herself. As they finished stretching out, they ran to the door, but before they could open it, someone already did from the outside. From behind it was a person who was covered in black and dirt, and the only part of her that was visible were her hands and eyes. She walked tiredly inside. Abigail and the girls were startled that they could not move, but Edith ran to the strange looking person. Where have you been, Tilly? She then signed. I went away to do a secret mission, Mathilda replied. She then started taking everything off until she was only wearing her habit that was now drenched.

Emily admitted walking towards me. She was wearing a white top with black jeans and was wearing white sneakers. She had also recently dyed the ends of her hair pink. It matched her blond hair. "Why did Wilson call you, not me?" I asked. "Didn't say." "Fine, then you can do this," I said handing the phone and computer to her. "What do you want me to do with this?" Emily asked. "Get me information off these. And if anything is suspicious then you call me immediately."

One of the reasons, my dad couldn’t stand me. Jade knew what happened to Emily five years ago. She knew because they studied at the same college. And even though they couldn’t be called best friends exactly, they got along well. While Jade was wild, bold and roguish, Emily was the complete opposite. She was soft-spoken, polite and studious. Though she did have a spur of valour in her veins, too—she was a Richmond after all. Bloody stubborn and impulsive. But it was her good heart and the desire to save the whole fucking world that led her to her demise.

A vehicle zoomed almost hitting them. “Hey! Are you blind” Celine yelled, she was unable to sight the driver and got frightened, Bianca pulled Celine aside, paving way for the vehicle. The vehicle halts and a person in girly shoes steps out, the reckless driver turned out to be Emily. “Emily?” Celine blinked to be sure it wasn't a dream. She wasn't amazed at Emily's impromptu meeting but at the Mercedes that Emily alighted from with the car key dangling in her hand. She's no longer the poor stricken Emily that puts on rags, her clothing was so dope that she accompanied them with heels, she puts on her sun shades and majestically walks towards Celine.

she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling just enough to betray her. “What’s crazy is you second-guessing our agreement at the last minute,” came the smooth, clipped response from the woman beside her. Emelia Aldridge, Lucian’s mother, didn't even look up from her tablet. She was the personification of old money: powerful, elegant, and as cold as a winter breeze across a frozen lake. She was the mastermind behind this twisted charade, the woman who had scoured the city to find a voice actress with the exact vocal timber of her son's runaway bride.

Her long hair was neatly coiffed, dressed in an elegant white suit and standing tall on a stage with the logo of the Royal Empress Corporation—a mysterious global corporation that had been secretly controlling the fashion, technology, and investment markets. "What the hell...?" whispered Damian. Live from New York The reporters were crammed in. The camera flashes didn't stop. Elena stood confidently in the crowd, flanked by two bodyguards. Her voice was clear, calm, and every sentence seemed carefully calculated. "Good morning, everyone. Today, I'd like to introduce who I really am. My name is Elena Whitmore—or better known to the international business world as Queen Elisabeth, owner of the

"Ms. Emilia from the Watson family? Who's that?" Emilia walked over to Violet and introduced herself. "It's me, Grandma. My name is Emilia Watson." Violet took off her reading glasses and squinted her eyes at Emilia. She scrunched her face the next instant. She was looking at the lady who had repeatedly tried to slander and demean her during Liam's baby cousin's celebration party. Violet did not have the slightest idea about why Emilia was there. She asked in a frigid tone, "What are you doing here?"

My subconscious raises her eyebrows at me with mock disbelief. What? A girl can dream, right? However, my dreams come crashing down when I spot a familiar blonde in a yellow dress typing down furiously on her phone. Behold, the bitch of the century – Emily Woodward. As soon as her eyes land on me and Blaze, her mouth gets pulled up into a sneer. Ah, shit here we go again…