Emma Lovewell Novels & Stories

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I continue my work and I have a good progress. I decided to email my proposed title and outline to Ms. Amanda and I’m a bit nervous. I hope she will like it. I’m confident with my work but knowing Ms. Amanda she is a very strict and I don’t know what really catches her attention or what her taste about a novel. I decided to make a romance novel about a girl that left on her wedding day to pursue her dreams and after a long time will meet again her past lover.

Scarlett stared at Wayne, "Your phone... didn't you say there was no signal? How can you receive a call?" Wayne hesitated, "Uh... there's signal now?" "You lied to me?" Scarlett realized what had happened. She was furious. How could he joke about something like this? Her anger overwhelmed her reason, and she raised her hand. Wayne quickly caught her wrist, holding it firmly while answering the call with his other hand. It was his secretary. "President Wells 's daughter said she knows Miss Norman's whereabouts." Wayne's mind raced. President Wells daughter—was she the admirer Scarlett had mentioned?

Maybe David is just playing games with my emotions again. “Ah Suhaira, welcome back,” Mr Vance glanced at his watch pointedly as she walked into the office, “I need the sales figures from the Project Elysium we did last year. Please consolidate them and email them to me right now. Also, please email me this database of clients you have been talking about.”

“Miss Baker, good morning, I heard you were feeling under the weather, hope you are good and feeling better now? Jone asked. Leila smiled in response and immediately the elevator notified her that it was her black, she left hurriedly. She did not mean to be rude but Skinny legged Jone always got on her nerves by acting sweet all the time even though almost every one knew she was a big gossiper that did not like her business. She could not deal with that today and given the type of mood she was in, she was sure the day would go on smoothly. She got to her desk and dropped her bag before going to Gavin’s office to check out the files that had been left unattended to while she was home, hiding

Harvey seized the opportunity and declared, "Master Shiloh, the Wellers have plenty of money too. If you join us, I'll give you a hundred million—right now!" Shiloh shook her head again. "I already said—it's not about the money. Besides, the Wellers' money is tainted, and I have no interest in it." Harvey's expression darkened instantly. He finally saw it for what it was—this damn nun did not know how to appreciate a good offer. Then, in one graceful motion, Shiloh lifted the sheer curtain and stepped forward. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and though her face was veiled, the glimpse of her exposed skin was smooth and flawless, like porcelain. Her eyes, clear and deep, sparkled

During that time, the company was like a living hell, with endless overtime and drinking socializing day after day. It was during that year that my admiration for him turned into affection. So, on New Year's Eve, amidst the cheers around him, he bent down and loudly exclaimed to me, "Ms Harris, I think I've fallen for you. Why don’t we give it a try?" Without hesitation, I threw myself into his arms. When I woke up, I saw a slightly blurred ceiling. "Avery, are you awake?" A strange middle-aged woman showed up in the ward. She told me that I was rescued by her husband last night.

Something flashed in his eyes but it left as soon as it appeared and I opened my mouth to say something when Tyrell’s voice echoed through the silent room. “Let’s not do anything hasty on her first day, brother. She apologized, I’m sure it won’t happen again, right Adriana?” Tyrell asked and for the first time ever since I entered this mansion, my lips curled upwards to form a smile and I mouthed the words “thank you” at Tyrell before Draven’s intense gaze returned from Tyrell and back to me. “Yes!” I said quickly and Draven gave me a very long and cold look before releasing my trembling hands and taking a step back. As soon as he did, he disappeared out of the room and I took in a shaky bre

Eve “Eve, I am very sorry, I have no excuses for my actions. I got carried away by greed and forgot what was truly important, and that was you. You are what's important. And because I'm a fool I failed to realize that until recently. I fell in love with you, Eve, and I mean it, I love you. I wanted to make everything right, but I was also scared of your reaction. I didn't go about it correctly, and I'm sorry about that, too. If I had, then we wouldn't be in this mess. We can still talk this out, Eve, we can still fix this. I know you didn't kill my mother, Xander must have manipulated you. Untie me let's talk… please.” Sinclair pleaded with tearful eyes as he looked back at me. I watched him

“Well, let me do the honours of telling you.” “Loveth, not now,” Joel said firmly. “I have a best friend, or used to,” Loveth said with the bitter look on her face directed at Joel. “Tope. Her name is Tope. I'm sure you still remember her,” — the latter she referred to Joel before continuing — “She was an amazing person. Very bright, smart and hopeful about everything. She gained scholarship into this stupid school and when we got here, I warned her. I told her times without number to stay away from Mr Perfect here and his friends. But she wouldn't listen.”