Emma Lovewell Novels & Stories

And shit, why does this whiskey taste better when she drinks it from the hands of this blue-eyed man? *** “What’s your name?” The man ran his rough fingers along Eve’s back, which was only covered by a sleeveless black dress after she took off her cardigan just as she stepped through the club door. “Eve. Evangeline,” she murmured amidst her ragged breathing. This is wrong... Even under the crazy influence of alcohol, she could still feel her heart beating fast in response to the long kiss he planted on her jaw, then down to her neck and shoulders.

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

Ann thought it would make no sense to tell her another lie, "my girl, I am sorry I have to tell you this. I have been barren and sad all my life. It was only after I picked you up from the well, during the first battle between the werewolves and the witches, I found joy. I wondered why a mother would do that to her daughter". Avice could not fight back her tears. "so, you are not my mum? I was left to die in the well when you saved me. That explains why my life is so miserable." She wept. Ann went to console her. "But, how could you have kept this from me for so long?" She replied tearfully, "you were too small to bear the truth, now that you are a bit grown up, I felt there was no reason to

Maybe they could also focus on custom-made perfumes. “What?” Lily was confused. “Do you know who just called?” George clasped his hands and continued, "I don’t know if you’ve heard of the name of the actress who had previously won the Best Actress award, Eloise Neville. She was a superstar before getting married into the Tanner family.” Lily was surprised before admitting, “Yes, I’ve heard of her.” Not only had she heard of Eloise, Lily even knew about her relationship with Nathaniel, but…why was she calling them?

Just then, Nora and Nova both stepped out from the kitchen to serve them lunch, and Willow was grateful they weren't Loveth. She regretted ever calling Mrs. Eleanor old, when Mrs. Eleanor really loved and cared for her like a good mother-in-law would. "I told Loveth about the monitoring cameras around, as I'm sure most of them are unaware of it. So whoever she went out and slept with as of yesterday, we'll find out. As I've already sent Kelvin to inspect it. Loveth is still a young lady, just like you all, and I don't know what to tell Isabel, who even recommended her to me. If it's true that she met with a man yesterday night," Mrs. Eleanor spoke with a sad voice, and Willow shook her head,

She loves money more than anything. “Her name is Eloise,” Mavis said, leaning in with urgency. “She works in public relations. She really loves money, Mr. Oliver. If you want a thrilling performance, she’s the one. She’s done things even more daring than this. She’ll do it, no hesitation.” Charles’s lips curled into a smirk as he considered Mavis’s words. “Really?” he asked, clearly intrigued. “What kind of things has she done?”

She was reborn soft, sweet, and touched — surrounded by women who never learned to let go. Synopsis: Evangeline “Eva” Claire Maxwell — Lioré, in another lifetime — once worked herself to the bone in a world built on glass and steel. She was brilliant, relentless, and exhausted. Her old world moved too fast, a relentless tide of deadlines, data, and digital shadows. She died with a coffee cup on her desk and a half - finished project glowing on her screen, too weary to notice when her heart gave out.

But one of them was not. Solana's thumb shook slightly as she opened the email from Lovelane. It was an interview invite from the one-star hotel- Motel. The message was sent yesterday morning. The interview was tomorrow at 10:30 AM. Why did her email stop syncing she wondered. She would've missed this if she hadn't checked tonight. God forbid. "Wow. They didn't discard my application." She breathed in excitement.

Avery demanded, eyes full of resolve since she didn’t plan to get deceived again this time. “A wolf only has a mate for a lifetime,” Ian mumbled. —-------- The moment Eloise turned her back and Avery returned to her room, she immediately reached out to her assistant, trying to verify the piece of document Eloise had dropped into her personal email account, silently hoping that it was just a terrible prank she schemed to get what she wanted. But Avery was wrong. “I apologise, Avy, but the document has been confirmed to be one hundred percent authentic, verified by St. James Hospital.” Lewis's response after several minutes of pacing her room while she waited for her call crushed her beyond re