Emily Wilde Novels & Stories

Myka smelled the same as she did four years ago. “I always asked Malina to take showers while using this brand of jasmine-scented shower gels. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep with her otherwise,” Sirius whispered into her ear. “Emily is really similar to you. The moment I saw her, I knew I was done for. I was never able to hold back from approaching those who looked like you. “Emily is much more virtuous than you are. She’s only nineteen years old and was a virgin when I first slept with her. Do you know how I felt when I slept with her? The satisfaction made me feel as if I finally got the woman I wanted the most.

he said, breathing heavily. The woman chuckled and started laughing. She looked at me with a smile and said, "Your woman seems oddly confused by your actions, Damien. Pray, don't worry, young lady. Forgive me for introducing myself late. My name is Amelia Étienne. I was a bit curious about who piqued my son's interest, so I asked him if it's alright to meet with you. "

the butler said. Damian dismissed him and continued his work. After a few hours, Amelia woke up from her nap. After sitting up, she notices two girls dressed in a maid uniform, one who looks matured and the other one seems like the same age as her. "You're awake, madam?" The black-haired one said. "Who are you?" Amelia asks. "Oh right. We hadn't introduced ourselves" the brown-haired one said "My name is Helga, young madam. And this one is Maisy. We were chosen to be the young madam's maids" the black-haired one said and pointed at the one beside her.

Plus, she finally found a new studio, so her day was just getting better and better. August calls her every morning and evening, and she feels like she's falling more in love with him each time. There was to be a so-called "wedding celebration" that Emily planned for some or other reason. Emily had come up with a plan to rid them of both their father, and it was apparently to be implemented at this celebration next week. She was still confused but trusted both of them. She had been keeping Liza up to date with the happenings of the new Libellule House as well. Life seems to be looking up. As she sat down to drink her morning coffee, her phone rings again. She looks at the caller ID and it sh

, even though she is wealthy? Emily's head was now a mess, she was trying to think something else apart from killing her, apart from pointing that gun she has inside her room on her forehead and end her, end everything once and for all and finally have her Cillian, rest her head on his ripped body and feel his warm, hot body protect her, she took in a deep breath as if trying to bath in Cillian scent, she could never forget that scent, that intoxicating scent that she waffled into her nose when Cillian was close to her the last time he visited them here, that trancing bodily scent got her cumming inside her cloth and if she didn't excused herself with the lie of wanting to make a call that w

Emily said, holding Emilia at her shoulder. "I'm a Gardnerian Witch while you are a Hellenic witch, we are not sisters". Emilia replied. "I will come back to avenge, I promise you that". She said lastly and turned into dust, then faded away. But Emily, who had been suspecting that something might go wrong, had already initiated a raid on a lady who ran away when she heard about the death of her mistress.

Curiosity made me almost go crazy. "Just tell me what I need to hear over the phone", I yelled and he gulped. "Okay. The lady, your designer, in question is actually Mrs Emily Wilson, your daughter-in-law", he revealed and I felt myself go blank for moment. "What?!" "Yes. She left the Wilson mansion five years ago to a faraway country in the North and has been living there with her daughter for a while. She created a legacy for herself within such a short period of time because she was extremely gifted when it comes to designs. She has been designed for the many influential people, including the governor, who introduced her to you. She-"

It was Emily, a woman whose presence in this unexpected encounter was enigmatic, to say the least. When Francisco's intense gaze fell upon Emily, he was met with an audacious smile and a flirtatious wink. "Did I interrupt you, babe?" Emily inquired, her voice dripping with innuendo. Emily, with her striking beauty and an allure that could captivate any soul, had long graced the pages of fashion magazines as a celebrated model. Her ebony eyes, raven-black hair, and alluring figure possessed the kind of allure that could captivate any man. Her beauty was both mesmerizing and provocative, leaving a trail of longing in its wake.

She started playing with the edge of her dress as if she were embarrassed, maybe uncomfortable. “How old are you?” I ask. Her head shoots up, startled, then she averted her gaze once again. “Nineteen” she answers after a few seconds. She was a child! Damn, the goddess and her choices. “Blasphemy!” my wolf cautioned yet again in my head. I ignored his comment. “And your surname?” I continued. “Watson. Emily Watson” . Her voice trembled as she spoke each syllable. Her plate was almost the same, the food barely touched. Her eyes were glued on it in an attempt to ignore my presence. I decided to cut to the chase so I would stop making her more uncomfortable.

Her eyes widened and her mouth flew open. Never in her widest dream have she seen a mansion that looked so much like a palace from up close. The chauffeur helped in bringing in her luggage and waiting in front of her were the maids lined up in their uniforms. "Good morning ma'am" a woman in her fifties greeted moving forward. "Good morning" Emily responded. "I'm Vera by name" she said. "I'm Emily"she said. " Listen up everyone. This is ma'am Emily Wilder. The new lady of the house"