Game Throne Emily Rudd Novels & Stories

I guess she got scared when Summer threatened her and she confessed. "Just stop it already" Grace was tired of the game "What are you talking about" Kate was going to hold onto the last bit of hope she had. She turned to Tasha who was not so interested in the conversation that was going on. "I don't know her, I swear" was she really going to play that card? "Mom, please stop this, you are embarrassing me, let's just go already" Emily too was tire, she hadn't seen her mom in almost a month and here she was denying them.

The main fighter of Wild Fang was the first to get in the ring. Seeing this, the main fighter of Silent Inferno also did the same thing. "Hi, I'm Emberlyn Galusha." said the petite lady with reddish blonde wavy, short hair, and brown eyes. She's attired in a blue scoop-necked tank top and black leather shorts. She had a winged sword tattoo on her left arm and piercings on her eyebrows. "Robinson Jephcott." the black-haired man said in an apathetic tone. He just wanted to get this battle done with. He felt this was an easy battle as the opponent was the frail-looking woman who was trying to get on his good side.

As before, two people walked in from each side of the arena and stopped in the middle of the stage. “On my left, a man in black tuxedo made from special fabric. A warrior hailing from the desert of San Coro and works for the Tiny Tina Company as the bodyguard of its CEO. Micheal Morris! And on my right, a man wearing something as casual as a regular shirt and jeans. A Seasoned ranked Hunter and the latest Dragon Emperor himself, Matthew Dragunov!” Instead of cheers or anything, the crowd was silent, except Cecilia who was clapping happily along with Yuri who just supported her lady. The crowd was whispering among themselves as they voiced their dislike of Matthew.

The woman clawed back, but Emily didn’t let up. The roar of the rally grew louder, boots pounding the ground, voices screaming. And then Emily landed the last hit. The woman went limp, groaning, her body sagging against the pavement. Emily stood over her, chest heaving, knuckles bloodied, hair tangled wild around her face. And the silence lasted only a beat before the chant started. “Emily! Emily! Emily!” The sound rolled through the lot like thunder, a tidal wave of approval that shook Rhett to his bones.

Grace stood at the door, her nails red like blood, tapping against the frame. Her smile was razor-sharp. “Checkmate,” she said. And closed the door. Emilia didn’t cry again. Not then. She drove away with her head held high and her heart in pieces, knowing she had lost a battle. But the war? The war was just beginning.

Theo whined beside me. “Money is disposable,” I muttered as I slid into the back seat of his car. “Mine has no limit.” And it didn’t. Money was the easiest part of this game. Control was the real currency. Theo shut the door behind me, still whining under his breath about the building I’d just ordered burned to ash. I didn't pay attention to him. My mind was already somewhere else. Already on her. Emilia Visconti. The hidden princess. The leverage I’d been searching for.

Tiartu started saying when Idum pushed her way through and pushed open the door. The room they were met with was a dark and silent room. The Emperor was also gone. "I thought you said the Emperor did not want to be disturbed." Inal asked, stepping back out of the dark room. "The emperor has gone on a stroll and asked that if anyone comes looking for him, I should tell them that he doesn't want to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Mother, I am glad to have found you here, "Aranar Enlim said. Aranar Enlim was the crown prince, and he was just nine years of age. He had been looking around for his mom for a while.

Andre commanded with authority. "B-but, Doctor, the operating room is full!" replied the surgical assistant who was also running. Andre growled, but didn't stop there. He immediately shouted with absolute authority in the emergency situation. "Use my private room!" "Yes, Doctor!" The assistant quickly ran to Doctor Andre's private operating room, which had previously been nothing but a myth. As the former sole owner, Andre had a special room for his studies. His private operating room, which had always been tightly locked, was finally opened for Lara!

He looked even more charming when he was serious at work, way better than any male lead in the dramas. After staring at her husband for quite some time, Xyla finally returned to her senses and flipped open the laptop. She logged into the game and began to play, cross-legged. Although she did not have a mouse and gaming keyboard, her skillful operation was not affected at all. *** Meanwhile, somewhere else, Emily Quest was holding a knife in a suite of Victoria Hotel. Placing the blade on her wrist, she slowly pulled the handle, leaving a long, deep cut on her wrist…

"When are you coming here with your mother?" "I am not, I was just checking in to pick up something," Emma replied. "And what would that be?" Adam asked. The Hollow Throne Materialized right in front of Emma. "That does not belong to you," Adam said in hardened tone. "By the Dark Realm Law, it does." Emma said with a shrug. "You are playing a very deadly game, daughter," Adam said with a cold glare. "If I am going to die, I will do that on my terms." Emma said. "If you want your chair back, come and get it."