Emma X Gilda Novels & Stories

It seemed like a ghost was before them. "As some of you might recognize me. I am Karis Reynolds, former Mrs Karis De Marco and presently Madam Esmeralda from Sky Link, and yes, I am back from the dead to join my family to celebrate such a joyous occasion. The celebration of the engagement of my sweet step-sister Emma Reynolds and my not-so-charming ex-husband, Xander." Everyone's eyes were on me, and despite the fact I had a confident smile on my face, I was nervous deep down because of him.

Georgie was smiling from ear to ear as she found this incident incredibly hilarious. Xyla chuckled. “You did a good job cooperating with me. Georgie, I’ve told you many times before that you can call me Xyla when there’s only the two of us.” Xyla and Georgie were classmates back in Summerland University. Since they were able to get along with each other, they soon became the best of friends. A year ago, when Xyla mentioned that she was going to establish X Entertainment, Georgie took the first step to return to the country and set up the company without hesitation.

Her maid informed that it was Gemma. She was restless. Alessandra led her in her room. Gemma was crying, pacing around. “Gigi, will you please calm down. I’m getting dizzy watching you. What’s the problem?” “Sasa, I need to tell you something, and I want you to record me with your phone,” Gemma took her phone beside the table of her bed, and had it over to her. “Hold on, why would I do that?” “Just do as I say!” Gemma yelled.

He was mute and his gaze travelled from her head down to her toes, she saw something in those grey eyes of his, something she'd seen the day he had kissed her. "I..I wan...want to go and see Cara" Dala stuttered "I'll tell one of the my subjects to accompany you and show you directions and to ensure you return...safely" kamur said On her way to find Cara, she saw a figure from afar that looked like that of Princess Amira. She had to find out. "Who could that be?" She asked the lady who Kamur had asked to follow her anywhere she wanted to go. More like her maid. Her name was Sita

Or it's convenient to hand Emma over to the police, so her family in Italy can be contacted. Erza's questions began. "Your name?" "Emma Garcia," "Age?" "Seventeen," "Your birthday?" "10/20/200x," "Nationality," "France," "Where did you live?" "A City. I lived with my mom and dad," "Sister or brother?" "Younger brother, he is in Toronto." With the basic information Erza had obtained, she put the first sheet of paper inside the file. Then she put the same pen she used on the table, the tip pointed at Emma. There is a button on the body of the pen, and Erza clicks it, she said.

Perfect. I booked it under a fake name. Jasmine Hale. It felt poetic. I messaged Bella. Emma: Need a huge favor. Need this trip to stay off the radar. Booked a cabin under a fake name. Can you handle the logistics on your end? Bella: You got it. Want me to create a fake itinerary for Xander if he asks? Emma: Please. Tell him I’m visiting an old friend. Spa retreat or something. Bella: You okay?

At least out here, away from prying eyes, I could breathe. A quiet shuffling caught my attention, and I looked up to see the girl from earlier approaching. She hesitated before crouching beside me. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured. “For getting you into trouble.” I shook my head. “It’s not your fault. People like Isabella will find any excuse to put others down.” She nodded slowly, brushing dirt from her dress. “I’m Emma.” “Lila.” She offered a small smile. “You don’t talk like the other girls.”

She stood abruptly, gathering the engagement documents. "It's not that I haven't moved on. I just think marriage is a big deal, and it deserves more caution. If there's nothing else, I'm heading back to the office now. Christian, take care of the guests." Helena turned and left, unaware of the fleeting flash of contempt in Christian's eyes. But just moments later, he restored his usual obedient mask. "Okay, go handle your work. I've got this covered." Back at the office, Helena furrowed her brows and pulled an emerald pendant from the bottom drawer of her desk. I remembered giving it to her on our one-year anniversary. I hadn't expected her to still have it.

She even attached photos of me with the male escorts today. Everyone pointed at the screen, bristling with outrage. "How could she do something like that? She doesn't deserve Dr. Hayes!" "No wonder we'd never seen her at the hospital, even after dating Dr. Hayes for so long. Turns out, she was fooling around. She couldn't have cared less about him!" The crowd's sentiment was completely on Matilda's side. She stood on stage with a bouquet, looking at Patrick expectantly. "Patrick, I've admired you for so long," she said shyly. "I'm not like Valerie, who only cared about appearances. I truly care about you."

It was heavy, with so much bitterness, not for me but for the situation. Vera glared at me. I could see how prepared she was to bring me out of here, into her mother's hands for all kinds of humiliation. " Gilda was at our house. She got there and caused a lot of trouble. She pushed my mother down the stairs, and right now, her legs are not able to carry her," she said. It was funny, how can she say that? I was only trying to defend myself. Besides, her fall was light, and nothing was wrong with her.