Emma Geller-green Novels & Stories

“The results came in. Have you heard?” That morning, Emma had arrived a little late, tired from last night and had overslept. When she got to the office, some teams were resketching, and Susan was nowhere in sight, so she went to her office to watch some of her old college videos about the clothes they had made during projects throughout the semesters. “I’ve been busy." She looked up. "Did she decline ours?” Emma asked. “Of course not,” Gia laughed proudly. “You are Emmaline Facer. No one does it better.”

Trish said okay and we hung up the call. Emma’s brows were drawn together as she asked, “Post what?” Just a few seconds later, her phone made a ping sound and she looked down and at her pocket before pulling out her phone, she read the headline out loud, “This just in: Greene Designs CEO is off the market,” her head tilted and I could tell her eyes lit up even as she wasn’t looking at me, she continued, “Insider says Matthew Greene is “head over heels” for his mystery woman.” I whispered to her, “You’re the mystery woman,” and winked at her when our eyes met.

' Cassie nodded, 'Don't worry, I'll see what's going on. She checked the IP address of this article, and sure enough, it is the address of the entertainment company where Ginger Geller is located! Cassie squinted, and a glimmer of danger crossed her eyes. Still dishonest, isn't it? In that case, don't blame her for taking revenge!

But now, she was wearing gym outfit with a white headset over her ears, ready for her morning run. She stopped next to the van. “Hi, welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Giselle Chadwick. I live right next door. It’s so nice to meet you,” she said, stretching out a hand toward me. Dad came rushing over when he heard her. He shook her hand before I could even move. “Hi, you are a Chadwick? I’m Paul Green. I’m going to be working for your father.” My interest piqued. Oh, so she was a member of the famous Chadwick family that I’ve heard so much about.

She scribbled the date March 14, 2019 at the top and drew a horizontal line underneath it. “Your Honor,” she stood up, her chair scraping an inch backward with a long squeal from leather against floorboards, “the plaintiff seeks to introduce new evidence, Exhibit EX-07: bank transfer records mailed posthumously by former partner Mr. Miller of Sunlit Legal. The documents prove Aegis Holdings wired a confidential private sum on March 16, 2019, one day prior to Emma Green signing her dismissal. The transfer memo reads: ‘Northwood hush payment – Vicks.’”

“Mr. Nathan only wants to make sure you’re both comfortable.” Selena nodded. “I understand.” “You can call me if you need anything.” They continued walking behind Erick, stepping into the transparent elevator—Eli still glued to the view—until it stopped on the twenty-fifth floor. The doors opened to reveal two female attendants standing neatly in line, greeting them with perfect posture. “Good evening, Ma’am. Good evening, Miss Eli. Welcome to GreenVilla,” one of them said. Eli stiffened at the formality of it. Instinctively, he clung to his mother’s arm.

“Um, let me see him now–” “He said you should eat first because once you go up, you're not coming down,” Miss Green said, making Ava’s face flush to an adorable pink. How could she say such things with a straight face? Hillary Green was an older woman who seemed to be in her late forties. She had brown hair and hazel Green eyes, and although she appeared strict, she was friendly and respectful. “I'll eat up quickly then,” Ava replied, her stomach turning in knots. Kylan didn't see Elliot being clingy, did he?

He looked so sharp in his suit, and she was so cute in her Sunday dress. Kristen's parents came out. Mrs. Green was speaking to them. Mrs. Miller slipped Mrs. Green an envelope and hugged her. So did Kristen's dad. Kristen didn't think much of the envelope. There was no way it could be the royalty payments since Mrs. Green didn't really go to an adult store to suck all the dicks she could. Mark Green, one of Mrs. Green's two kids, was talking with his girlfriend. Kristen knew Chastity wouldn't put out. The girl was saving herself for marriage. I bet he's so frustrated, thought Kristen. What if he learned about a certain Gloryhole?

However, as I watch her walk toward the group of gentlemen, a Victoria Secrets runway-style blonde approaches. I do not recognize her, but I know her intentions before I even know her name. I know the look of someone who wants to be my next meal, but the only eyes that should look at me like that are further away than the last satellite in the milky way. "Aaron Granger" she greets. "It's me" I say. "No one could doubt that. I am Jelly" she extends a hand to me, which I accept and shake. "Jelly Carter" she adds, as if I should recognize her from somewhere.

"You heard me. Emma was a virgin until our trip to that fucking Island. I took her innocence. Elisabeth is not her daughter. There is more you don't know about her Liam. And even if she was still Elisabeth's mom. That still wouldn't have changed anything" ____ Emma got back. The servants came to welcome her and they carried in the groceries. Still unknown to her that she is trending on social media. Her phone rang. She opened her wallet as she walked inside the sitting area in the mansion. She brought out her phone. She checked the caller and it was her friend Genna. "Hey bestie" Emma greeted "Did you see the trending posts? The trending #? ". Genna asked "What! No. Tell me, what's going on?