Emma Myers Enid Sinclair Novels & Stories

Even the teachers sitting at the side exchanged glances, eyes wide. “Nathan Silver?” Someone whispered in awe, “Isn’t he the one who’s known for beating people up?!” Nathan, standing beside me with that usual bored look on his face, just shrugged, “Guess I got lucky.” He said, voice laced with mischief. But all the color had drained from Mrs. Annette’s face, “This… This can't be.” Miss Clara looked like she wanted to sink into the ground, her voice was shaky as she called out the last name on the list, “Emelia RedField… Ninety Eight.”

" A moment later, the elevator across the room slid open and a tall woman dressed in a short floral gown began to approach her. As she got closer, her face became clearer. This must be Erin Wiley, Emily thought to herself. She heaved a deep breath and plastered a genial smile on her face. Erin walked across to her and stopped right before her face. She gave a warm smile. "I am told that Edmund's new PA is waiting to meet with me," she said, staring straight at her face. Her voice had a rich Irish brogue to it. "My name is Emily Peterson," Emily offered quickly, smiling. She stretched her hand in the air and Erin took it. "I'm Edmund's assistant."

*** The clinic was usually quiet this late, but tonight the silence felt different. Dr. Emma Vance hummed a little, tidying up, a loose strand of dark hair falling across her face. She was young, fresh out of her residency, with a mind that was sharp but a heart that was always a bit too curious for its own good. She liked to push boundaries, just a little. Her phone buzzed, vibrating against the sterile counter. It was h er sister, Mia. Emma braced herself. Mia was always drama, especially when it came to her boyfriend, Jaxson Reid.

If the girl wanted to see someone who made her happy, I was more than willing to oblige. “Daddy, can we go see Selina today?” Ember asked one morning, tugging at my sleeve with a hopeful look that I couldn’t refuse. I knelt down to her level and ruffled her hair. “Of course, sweetheart. Let’s go.” Her smile was immediate, bright, and full of trust. That trust, her absolute faith in me to make the right decisions, was something I cherished fiercely. But I didn’t notice Ingrid hovering behind the doorway at first. Her posture stiffened as she caught our exchange, her eyes narrowing when I mentioned Selina’s name.

Emma walked out of the room, head high while looking at her partner, Everett, with much confidence. "I see," Everett thought to himself, then went after her. "So you beat June Smith, huh?" He asked Emma while waiting for the elevator to turn up. Emma was unfazed, still looking at her fingernails and blowing at them. It's as if winning is the most obvious thing for her. "What a coincidence," Everett thought to himself as he waited for Emma's response.

“Alex, you can take Sheila. I’ve had enough walking for my age. I’d rather stay and chat with Old Mrs. York.” Terence was about to join them when Enid gave his sleeve a tug. Getting the message, Terence uttered, “I’ll pass, Alex. You two go on without me.” In the end, it was just Alex and Sheila going out for a walk. Everybody gave them some time alone. Once the pair was out of sight, Grandma May cut to the chase and asked Enid, “Mrs. Jones, what do you think of Alex?” “Just call me Enid, Old Mrs. York.”

She was just unable to accept me and wanted to make me leave so that Stella would come back when she wakes up from the coma. That time, I used to be silent and let her walk all over me but not anymore! I was prepared for what she had. The rukoos she was creating were even starting to disturb the neighbors. I knew that this San won't leave and Draven is not here either, so I had to take matters into my own hands even though I had zero interest in meeting her. “Mrs Sinclair.” I greeted her, “What a pleasant surprise. I wasn't expecting you.” “Stop with this pretentious act, Emma. I know you are not innocent.” She snapped back at me.

But this time? Amy caught the messenger, she’d been watching her for weeks an unassuming waitress at the club. Always too polite, always too quiet but the eyes didn’t lie. Amy didn’t kill her she dragged her. Beat her, locked her in the darkest corner of the warehouse behind the Emerald Club in the room no one spoke of, the room Ellie once entered and Amy almost lost control that room stank of old blood and fear and inside it? A girl with a ruined face and a broken leg begging for mercy Amy would never give. Each time Amy passed that door, she remembered Clara’s last breath, the way her sister clawed at her arm, trying to hold on, the way her eyes flicked with panic and trust and love. Amy f

When the property manager calls me, I'm in the middle of picking out the curtains for my new home while sitting behind my desk. "Ms. Grant, the moving truck hired by your partner is stuck in the underground garage of the apartment. Do you need help dealing with this incident?" My hand, which is clutching the mouse, freezes at that moment. I haven't even received my keys to my new place. How can I possibly be moving my things there now? "But Matthew showed up with the permission slip that you signed and claimed the keys. Right now, he's carrying the bed into the master suite. "He told me that you've given him permission to let your relative, Ms. Rosalie Sullivan, and her child move into

Two pink lines. A smile tugged at her lips, fighting against the biting wind. For three years, she had been the invisible girl on Ryan Evans’s arm. The human girl. The weak link. In a world dominated by powerful bloodlines and old money, Emily was a nobody. She was an orphan with no connections, working as a junior archivist in the basement of Evans Enterprises. But Ryan had chosen her. The billionaire CEO, the man whose face graced the cover of Forbes and whose presence commanded silence in boardrooms, had chosen her.