Game Throne Emily Rudd Novels & Stories

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.

Now things have turned not on her side, Emily is in control of the game now. “You will die when I pull this trigger Calistha. You are weak, you are a crybaby, and you are just a spoiled girl who hides behind all the luxuries that your father gave you. Tch, don't ever dream of beating me, because you'll never be able to!” Bang Brugg Calistha opened her eyes wide and immediately found Emily's body lying helplessly on the floor with a bullet hole in the back of her head. Calistha then quickly looked up while giving Aiden her best smile. He was always her savior when she was cornered.

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."