Emma X Gilda Novels & Stories

I liked it. That morning, the girl who sat next to me looked up from her sketchpad. “You’re Emma, right?” she asked. “Yeah,” I said, smiling a little. “And you’re Lilla.” She grinned. “Guess word gets around. Connor Adler’s friend, right?” I blinked, feeling my face warm. “We’re… kind of friends. I guess.” “Relax,” she said, laughing. “I’m not about to ask for his autograph or something. He’s cool, though. His sister Chelsea’s in my drama class—total natural.”

Margarette left the story of how Ellaine’s voice distracted the serious Finrod unsaid. It drew the concern of the Queen. She roamed her eyes over Finrod’s body in search of cuts and wounds. “I’m fine sister.” “He was scratched with poisoned claws due to his carelessness,” Ellaine blurted before she realized what she did. She blushed in shame. “Your highness.” The Queen turned to her, “What’s your name?” “My name’s Ellaine, Queen Aera.” She can’t meet the queen’s eyes due to shame. “You were on Earth with my brother?”

Making him chuckle a bit. "I haven't even introduced myself." He says with a small smiling playing on his lips. "I'm Gerald." He says calmly. "Alexandra. But everyone calls me Alexs." She responds. "Doesn't that sound masculine?" Gerald laughs. He touches his temple slightly. "So Alexs, can I have your digits?" He says calmly. Alexandra smiles. "Well, you can't!" She responds, she could see the shock on his face. "I mean currently I don't have a phone, because apparently, your friend seized it." She smiles. "But I can have yours. I will call you with my cousin's line." Alexandra says.

"Or you will what? Kimberly, if Gia couldn't do anything to me, do you think you can? You look like you can't even hurt a fly. Trust me, sweetie, you're no match for me. JL is mine." I stomped my foot in anger. "I didn't pay a large sum of money for all my plans to go to waste. JL is mine. I should be the only one who gets what Gia had!" I yelled at her. "She's dead, sweetie. Didn't you get anything? I mean, you're her sister, right?" "She received fifty million, but that's about it," JL whispered to the woman named Emma. "That's not enough! We can share, JL! I'm Gia's sister and I'm also a Ganfornina. I can make you happy in bed, and I'm sure I'm better than that Emma over there. JL, choose

"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?

The atmosphere in the venue was purely intellectual, and there was music playing in the background, which Hilda quickly identified as being produced by a harp that Gianna Dgoldz was playing. Gianna was playing a melodious tune on another one of the few Phoenix Harps in the world. Upon noticing that Hilda was looking her way, she shot Hilda a glare in return, as she knew Hilda as the woman who ruined both of her blind dates. She could even remember when Rex commented on how she wasn't as pretty as Hilda. That old woman! She is nothing but an old housewife! Gianna thought to herself. She saw herself as a woman of status with a long line of suitors, so she didn't think Hilda could possibly be o

It was a complete description of one of the four names mentioned in the first two files. But it wasn't the four people that caught my attention. It was the fifth photo that kept me stunned for a long time. Christopher Fairchild. I'd heard that name before, but where? I quickly read the details of his identity and found the answer. His wife's name was Gilda Fairchild. That was Gemma's sister's name. "Oh, my God," I muttered in disbelief. "What's wrong, ma'am?" asked Sasha worriedly. "Ah, it's okay. We'll discuss this later," I replied.

“Do you even know who our Emma is? She’s the heiress of the Xander Corporation. She’s giving you a chance, and you should be grateful. You better say yes.” “What, you want us to beat you up before you agree?” another girl sneered. Justin didn’t flinch. His icy stare locked onto the girl who spoke, completely unbothered by the threat. Emma waved a hand to hold her crew back, pretending to be generous. Then she turned to Justin again, cocky and bold.

Amora pleaded, inching closer. But the old woman recoiled, curling into herself as though Amora were someone dangerous she had to stay away from. “My Amora is gone. She’s gone far away … You’re not her …,” Gilda rambled, her voice cracking as her gaze turned vacant again. Tears streamed freely down Amora’s face. She bowed her head, desperate to find a way to convince her. “Madam, she truly is Amora,” Alejandro tried to affirm. “No! You’re a liar!” Gilda shouted suddenly.

He must make some changes. "That…" "Okay," said Emma, she wanted to test her new abilities, and there was one little lamb ready to the slaughter. "I hope you will be a little lenient with me, Miss…?" "Gia Ives," Gia smiled gently but inside she was turning green with jealousy and humiliation. The beautiful silver-haired woman had never made an effort to remember her name. "Then… shall we?" "Yes," Emma was elated, she didn't have to tone down her power, but still the woman before she was no one to underestimate.