Emma Idv Novels & Stories

The problem was that Emelia wasn't much of a social media person, she didn't even have a F******k account. She was only available on W******p and nothing more, she didn't like the attention of others in her life or criticizing her looks. She wasn't ugly but She hated the attention. Ivy was the only friend who understood her the most. Emelia flipped through the pages of her dusty diary and she saw Ivy's old number. "Would she still be using this number?" Emelia asked and decided to try. She brought out her phone from her bag and dialed the number. It rang and her eyes widened.

Emelda puffed, her accent as profound as ever, “It does good for the brain.” Olivia smiled, “Have you ever contacted Ilya’s father?” Emelda shrugged, “Don’t know who it is, frankly don’t care. He’s a Maldov at the end of the day, a male.” “Males are really important huh?” “Yes.” Emelda nodded, “You’ll know that soon when you get pregnant.” Olivia’s eyes twinkled at the mention of pregnancy. She’d barely touched lips with the husband who tempted her, talk less of getting naked and doing the deed.

He was starting to think Ada was his grandmother’s reincarnation. “Fine, I will see what other trainings to look into, but I will continue to train with the regime she made for me. Emileack, Vedma called, she wants you to pick up a package for me today.” “Do you think it is some weird stuff to make you more buff? I don’t like it. Dude, what if you come out alive but crippled because of whatever that crazy witch gives you? She is vegan, for fuck’s sake.” Ada smiled; Emil was her personal antidepressant. She discovered her love of cooking after moving into her own house and enjoyed feeding him almost as much as he enjoyed her creations.

Emma laughed loudly, “I know right, Jamal is always meticulous with everything and anything. But it's your fault you did not get to meet me because the supposed day scheduled for our meeting was the day you abruptly broke up with Jamal, leaving him a drunk mess in my house. That's all in the past, though, you might also be wondering why our last names are different. It's not frankly, I purposely answered my mother’s maiden name when I launched this company to keep the world in the dark about my real identity.” Taking my hands in her palm, she continued, “My name is Emma Addams Cashmere, Jamal told me about you recently, and he suspected that Liam was abusing you. Thankfully, he pulled some s

And once again, she experienced that quiet feeling of belonging. Not because people approved of her. Because she trusted her own place in the room. The difference mattered. By the time the meeting ended, Ava felt energized despite the long day. She gathered her notes and headed toward the parking lot. Halfway there, her phone buzzed. Adrian. A smile appeared automatically. Honestly, it was becoming embarrassing. She answered. “Hello.” “Important question.” “That sounds serious.” “It is.” Ava unlocked her car. “What happened?” “Emma wants a goat.”

A new email notification popped up from Adam. "By the way, I heard some details about his personal life. Apparently, he was married, but his wife died in a fire three years ago. He was ruthless enough to send his father-in-law to a mental hospital and let his sister-in-law fall into disgrace without ever looking back. This man is not human, Miranda. Be extremely cautious!" Emily hovered over the delete button for a moment, then decided against it. She replied simply with, "Thanks." Adam meant well, and she appreciated his concern. When she returned to the UK after this project, perhaps she’d bring him some local gifts from home as a token of gratitude.

"When your daughter starts keeping you first and makes you feel proud and honoured of her, it makes you feel the luckiest man in the world.", ~George Two weeks passed Emma was sitting in her bed covered in a duvet with a MacBook Pro in her lap. She was refreshing the website again and again just to make sure she did not miss it. And after exactly five minutes the link opens and with a slow thudding beat she enters her roll number and admits card number only to find herself ranked first as always.

She looked happy giving her that news. “Look, Olivia—” “She’ll do it,” Alice Davis stated, leaving Emmie gritting her teeth when the redhead clapped her hands. “Won’t you, honey?” “Actually, I—” “Awesome, baby Davis,” the girl smiled hugely. “See ya.” And just like that, she was out of the diner and Emmie’s angry eyes were directed at her mother. “You need a lot of extracurriculars on your college applications.” And then, as Emmie finally got her mother’s food, she saw the older woman sliding her eyes over her body. “And some working out wouldn’t do bad to you either.”

"Oops, sorry my manners. I didn't introduce myself. I am Emmanuella Dean and I'm the Personal Assistant and also Manager at David's company . I have worked there for over six years and for nothing else but because of Mr. David. I met him at a Launch. I was actually at that launch because my dad couldn't attend so I attended in his place. But then I met Mr. David and Even though he paid no attention to me, I was drawn to him. I did my homework on him and I found out everything about.

The email’s subject line burned into Evie’s screen like a brand: “The Truth About Evelyn Voss—She’s No Widow.” Evie sat frozen in the Voss Mansion’s study, the afternoon light streaming through tall windows, casting long shadows across the desk where her tablet rested. The video conference feed, filled with the stern faces of board members scattered across the globe, suddenly crackled with tension as the anonymous message landed in every inbox like a digital bomb.