Emma X Gilda Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

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.”

It probably had something to do with Henry. “Lila was trapped with me,” Gemma said, her voice quivering slightly. “She was still trapped when we left. But she didn’t seem to mind it. She always seemed to enjoy the work that Xander had given her. No matter how gruesome it was, she did it with a smile. I always found it so chilling. She said to survive we had to pretend to like it there, but something inside of me was telling me she wasn’t faking it. It was like she worshipped the ground he walked on.”

I search for Amanda’s number through unblinking eyes and press dial. “Hey Hayley, how are you? I’ve been meaning to call you,” she answers warmly. “Amanda who’s Amelia?” “Hayley, why do you ask?” “Amanda please just tell me,” I beg. “Well, one of Xander’s ex girlfriend’s name was Amelia…but you have nothing to worry about. Things were over between them ages ago and Xander would never cheat on you, he’s not the type.” “Then why did an Amelia answer his phone now saying he’s in the shower?”

Morgan, it might be her sister. Emma and Alex tracked Lila to a small art gallery in Portland. They approached her cautiously, explaining the situation in hushed tones. Lila was skeptical at first, her arms crossed defensively, but as Emma spoke about the danger to her family and the horrors hidden within The Collective, something shifted in Lila’s eyes. "I haven’t spoken to Eliza in years," Lila admitted, her voice soft. "But if she’s mixed up in this, I’ll help you. Just… promise me you’ll keep her safe."