Emma X Gilda Novels & Stories

“Oh, hi. This is Gilda, calling from the Hel Company. How are you doing?” “Hey, Gilda,” I sit up in my seat, clearing my throat. “I’m great. How are you?” She giggles happily as she rustles through what I guess to be my file. “I’m so glad I reached you so quickly, Mr. Baxter. I’m just calling you to provide you with a bit of information for your first day.” “That’s great, thank you so much. And please… Call me Theo,” I say, making her giggle again.

It was when they pull apart that she turned her focus on me. "Good day Ma'am" I asserted as calm as I could get my voice out. She exchanged look with Gilbert. I don't know why they did that though. "Is she the girl from Mega pack?" She asked making me to raise my brows. They all knew. The news has reached them. "Yes" Gilbert answered shortly. "What's your name girl?" "Gianna" "Gianna. Half human-half omega" I stared at her in surprise. How did she know? "Mismatched eyes" She uttered again rendering me more speechless.

" … Meanwhile, Emma transferred the one thousand dollars to Giselle's account. Then, she texted Giselle. "Gigi, that was brilliant, but you didn't fleece him enough." For someone like Jonathan, a thousand dollars was like pocket change. If it were her, she would've at least taken a hundred thousand. Why let a scumbag ex off so easily? Emma felt that deep down, Giselle was just too soft-hearted. "I think he suspects my identity," Giselle replied. She hadn't shown her face during the livestream, but her voice hadn't been altered at all. There was no way Jonathan couldn't recognize it.

Questions swirled in her mind, a whirlwind of uncertainty and wonder. "What does all this mean? How did I come to be a part of this ancient lineage?" Emma whispered to herself, her voice filled with awe and confusion. Emma Reynolds was, the daughter of Eliza Reynolds and Edgar Reynolds, major guardians of the Moonrise Legacy, unknowingly Emma had inherited her mother's legacy. Tragically, Eliza had lost her life in battle a few weeks after giving birth to Emma. Taking the oath, that he would go wherever his wife went, Edgar took a knife, and stabbed himself to death too.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

Ines was observing the woman for a few seconds. Her face was similar to Sofia but the rest of them were completely different. Ines thought she might have gone crazy because she missed her daughter so much that she started seeing other people as Sofia. “No, I’m sorry. I thought you were my daughter. You look kind of similar to her.” Ines paused as she took another good look at her and smiled a little. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?” “My name is Gilda, Gilda Agavos.”

Zara’s sobbing echoed through the worn-out living room, raw and desperate. Drake held his swollen cheek, staring blankly, his mind completely empty. Diana’s broom clattered to the floor, her mouth hanging open. "W-what is going on?" Diana stammered, her voice shaking. "Did you get the wrong person? That’s just Liana… She doesn’t even have a proper job—" "Shut up!" Zara snapped, spinning around, eyes bloodshot. "A nobody? She’s the CEO of Halcyon Group! The richest person in Aurelion! You idiots couldn’t tell the difference between power and nothing. You’ve ruined everything! You’ve ruined me!"

Sophia asked. I paused for a second before mumbling, “I don’t even got that nigga’s number.” Emma went completely silent for one dramatic second. “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” she screamed so loud half the girls outside probably heard her. She fell back onto the couch laughing, kicking her legs in the air. “This is GHETTO CINDERELLA!” she cried. “I cannot breathe!” “Emma, shut your loud ass up!” I snapped, trying hard not to laugh myself.