Glitter Force Emily Novels & Stories

Glitter was everywhere, on their clothes, in their hair, and especially on the floor. “What are you two up to?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe with raised brows. Emilia looked up, her eyes sparkling almost as brightly as the glitter around her. “Daddy! Luca and I are planning something special!” Luca shot me a sheepish grin. “She had the idea, and, well, I got roped into it.” “It’s going to be the best thing ever,” Emilia said seriously, as if revealing top-secret information. I stepped inside, careful to avoid the glitter explosion. “Special, huh? Should I be worried?”

With a 'clang' sound. Lyric, who was behind, suddenly lifted her leg and kicked Emily to the ground. After that, she grabbed Emily's hand. Emily felt the pain and let go of the broken piece of porcelain in her hand. "Damn, why is this woman so rude?" Emily cursed in her heart. She couldn't help hitting the ground with her hands, and her eyes instantly turned red. She was unwilling to give up! She was unwilling to be replaced by another woman and she couldn't stay with Gellert for a few more days.

As I stood before the mirror in my room, Emily came up behind me, offering a comforting pat on my back. "Feeling nervous, Alpha?" she playfully teased, her smile radiant and contagious. Her joy was palpable, mirroring the excitement shared by the Howlers. Today marked the end of their connection to their absent and worthless former Alpha. I knew they were eager, just as eager as Emily.

I asked, Leaning on the door frame, a smirk played on my lips “That isn't of my concern” but her smile didn't soften “I need to speak with Emery’’ She gave me a glare sharp enough to slice through my bones and said flatly “She's not here” I arched my brow. “Don’t lie to me.” Mila crossed her arms. “And if I’m not? What are you going to do, Killian? Manipulate her again?” My jaw clenched. “I didn’t manipulate her.” She laughed bitterly. “You leaked those photos. You set her up. You let her believe she was falling for someone who actually gave a damn.”

Victor shot them a cold look, and the woman immediately shut her mouth after glaring at me. Emily lowered her head. “Lena, I’m sorry. You’ve always been so proud, and it just happened to be my birthday. I just wanted one night where people would look at me. I didn’t think it would turn out like this.” “I’m proud? I’m an illegitimate daughter. How the family looks at me every day, don’t you think Victor already knows that?” The champagne in Emily’s hand trembled, spilling onto her dress. Her eyes immediately turned red, tears forming.

What's worse, it also missed the surveillance cameras and security team. *** When the night came, Emily's laughter was so light, just like her footsteps around the gazebo. The sparklers in both her hands kept splashing the sparks. The bigger the flame appeared, the redder her cheeks became. "Mommy, look! I'm like a fairy flying away with magic powder!" Kara smiled seeing her cheerfulness. "Yes, Little Bee. You're like Tinkerbell." Emily's laughter became shrill again. While speeding up, she raised and lowered her hands.

“You’re just selfish and mean and superficial.” She all but growled as she got in my face again. “So that’s it? You want me to be the bad guy? Is that what this is? I guess I’ll have to talk to my daddy after all! Your stupid little light business will be done for by tomorrow!” “You know what’s done for?” Glen said, standing up from the booth behind Emily. “Your access to our money.” Emily spun around. “Daddy?” she said, cowering like a spurned dog. “I… I didn’t mean–”

The music throbbed through the gymnasium floor like a heartbeat—pulsing, steady, alive. Glittering lights spun from a crystal chandelier that wasn’t there in real life, but dreams didn’t care about reality. Emilia floated in a dress of deep sapphire, the kind she could never afford back then but wore like it was made for her. Her hand rested in Johnny’s, warm, safe. He smiled at her like he used to, like nothing had gone wrong. Like the world hadn’t cracked open and swallowed them whole.

After what feels like an eternity, Emily comes out wearing a pretty baby blue one piece with glitter all over it. “How do I look Uncle Mark?” she looks up at me with those little expectant eyes. I know exactly what she wants to hear and I am not gonna disappoint her “you look exactly like princess Elsa from Frozen, very pretty little Em” Emily looks at me bewildered “she’s not a princess, she’s a queen” I hit my head in mock disgust “how silly of me, of course she’s a queen” Em smiles at me and I am momentarily taken aback to the way Lizzy smiles at me.

The others stopped mid-air. Hesitating. Because for the first time— They weren’t sure. Emily took another step forward. And the ground beneath her— Turned to ash. “You came for me…” Her voice echoed. Layered. Powerful. “…so come.” The sky trembled violently. The cracks spread wider. And from beyond them— That massive presence— Finally moved. Emily looked up. And for the first time— There was something in her eyes. Not fear. Not hesitation. Excitement.