Game Throne Emily Rudd Novels & Stories

He couldn’t tell exactly what to expect, but he knew he had to meet with her family. Emily pressed down hard and swiftly on the gamepad as she battled against a virtual opponent on PubG. She hissed and muttered cuss words, alerting the female employee who was just beside her working desk. She took a glance at the employee and wavered her hands, returning her attention to the video game. “Head to the safe zone, you idiot.” her teammate in the game who has been killed already yelled at her. She adjusted the headphones she had on and fired right back at him.

The cowering woman points to the bloodied body on the ground. He snaps his gaze to her. The air thickens with his annoyance "Deal with it witch" he spits "Master forgive me but there are laws against killing without cause, I fear for the lady" He knocks the door 4 times a gaurd enters the room and does not meet my gaze. "Clean this up, as for the QUEEN, her grace is above the law. However, she has just cause" A wicked grin flashes on his face and his eyes snap to me. I shudder under his gaze. "Emily, touched what belongs to her" with that he leaves. The guard slings the limp body over his shoulder bows and exits.

When Sandy was ready to leave, she asked Emily again, "Are you sure you don't want to come?" "Yeah," Emily replied, adjusting the swing's direction to avoid the glaring sun that made her screen hard to see. After Sandy left, Emily played games alone in her room. After losing twelve rounds in a row, she became irritated and, for the first time, vented her frustration in the game's voice chat. Another player questioned if she was using a voice changer, mistaking her for a guy pretending to be a girl. Annoyed, Emily cursed under her breath, threw her phone down, and disconnected the call.

“I need action, I need a weapon.” “I am not a weapon Emily, I’m trying to be your shield.” “A shield failed tonight.” The words were cruel, but they were the only ones I had left. “I’m done being patient. I’m done choosing between bad options.” “I’m going to accept Ralph Othon’s courtship.” I said, watching Rudy’s face drain of colour. “Publicly and fully.” “You can’t! Emily, he’s behind this!” “Then I will remain with this option, until you find a proof.”

“ You see, your business here isn’t close to being done. We just finished one phase, we still have a wedding to plan.” I say trying to explain the situation to her. “ We.” She says getting even more confused. “ What do you mean Mr. Kings.” Aaron speaks up but calmly this time and Emilia turns to him and nods, agreeing with him. Julia leaves her seat and walks towards me, her annoying perfume attacking my nostrils. “ WE have a wedding to plan, so why does she have to be here.” She says, emphasizing on the we.

EMILIA “Diana Vanderbilt. Twenty-two years old. Stanford graduate at twenty, dual degrees in business management and software development. At fifteen, she pitched the integration of predictive AI algorithms into Vanderbilt Holdings’ financial analytics suite — a move that slashed risk margins by 38% and tripled profits in under two years. Only recognised child of Genevieve and Andrew Vanderbilt. Heir to their billion-dollar empire. Spends her time between golf clubs, tech summits, and black-tie galas. Owns six Range Rovers, vacation homes on every continent, and is allegedly already done with her PhD.”

The woman raised her hand. The entire kingdom disappeared. Emily suddenly found herself standing in a massive throne room. Kael was gone. Elara was gone. Her family was gone. Only the woman remained. Emily immediately raised her sword. "Where did you take him?" The woman smiled. "Nowhere." Emily looked around. "Then where is he?" "Exactly where he needs to be." Emily attacked. The woman blocked her sword effortlessly. Emily struck again. The woman caught the blade. "You are powerful." Emily pushed harder.

The Jungle Pack all went down on to their knees and showed their necks in submission. “Dad, Mom?”, Emily tried calling out to her parents who looked away from her. “I, Alpha Princess Loralei Lautnie Malcolm, future Queen of Andora sentence you Emily Jacob to death!”, I yelled at her. I walked towards her and landed a punch right to her jaw. I kicked her in the stomach and slammed my knee into her face. “Fight me you pathetic bitch!”, I roared at her. Emily swung at me and I caught her arm breaking it. “You’re pathetic”, I spat at her before shifting into Lyla.

"Tonight, Aris Thorne is in this hotel. He's meeting with the people who've helped him build the Loom—tech executives, government officials, intelligence brokers. They think they're untouchable. They think the world will never know what they've done." Celeste leaned closer to the camera. "They're wrong." --- The door burst open. Two guards—not the ones from the main entrance, but Thorne's personal security. Armed. Angry. Moving fast. "Shut it down," one of them shouted. "Now." The technician reached for the camera. I grabbed his arm. "Don't," I said. The guards were crossing the room. Emilia stepped into their path—small, fierce, her hands raised. "She's broadcasting live," Emilia said. "To

“You’ve been played. All your confident speeches, all your maneuvers to undermine me—nothing more than a desperate attempt to fill a void created by your own ambition.” The reality of her situation set in, the walls of her fortress collapsing around her. “You can’t do this!” she cried, her voice trembling. Just then, the door to the boardroom swung open, and Emily, my cousin, strode in with an air of confidence. Her presence was like a gust of fresh air, and all eyes turned toward her. “Hello, everyone,” she said, facing the board members. “My name is Emily Thorn, and I am a cousin of Victor. I also have shares in the company. Bought them a while back, actually.”