Glitter Force Emily Novels & Stories

Did it qualify as a surprise if it was planned in advance, but revealed as soon as she caught on! “Let’s play a game, okay?” Hollis finally spoke up, clearing her throat. Whitney’s light brown eyes glittered like spun gold as she bounced slightly in her seat. “What kinda game?” “I’ll give you three hints, and you give me three guesses. If you get it right before the three tries are spent, I’ll tell you. Cool?” Hollis laid the ground rules out and reached into the pocket of her jeans for a pack of Big Red chewing gum. After popping a piece into her mouth, she offered one to Whitney who shook her head politely with a wrinkled nose.

her voice creaks and breaks "You trapped me, you trapped me in that pathetically broken prison you call a heart but I've finally got out..." a giggle follows "you didn't like that lipstick stain on his shirt did you" "Lipstick stain" realization hit Emily like a bus "That lipstick stain, you planted it there" she points a finger up in the air, pointed at a person she couldn't see

Although Emily didn't wear much makeup and stood out like the photos in the newspaper, the beauty on her face was unmistakable even though she was now too skinny compared to the images. The Wine company went bankrupt, but Emily tried to repay all the debts left by her father and now has to apply for jobs like this, which makes Jolie very sympathetic. In the afternoon, Irene drove to visit Emily and bought grilled meat to eat with her to congratulate her on getting a job. “The deputy general director of GE Corporation comes to see me every day to ask for your news. He looks so pitiful. But don't worry, my heart is also very strong.” Irene said while chewing on a chicken leg.

Checking the expiration date. Emily reached for it, a smile spreading across her face. "Put it back now!" The voice came from behind her. It was cold and too familiar. Dripping with contempt. Emily's brows furrowed as she turned. Emilia stood there, her arms crossed, her eyes blazing with barely contained fury. She was dressed in designer clothes, her hair perfectly styled, her face a mask of arrogant superiority. "Excuse me?" Emily said raising an eyebrow of ridicule. "I said put it back." Emilia stepped closer. "That cereal can never be for you."

The cameras snapped relentlessly, and though I kept my posture poised, my hands trembled at my sides. Just as I started to steady myself, Jeff leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "They're all staring at you." His voice was laced with cruel amusement. I turned slightly to look at him, confusion knitting my brows. "For the wrong reasons." He added with a scoff. The world around me blurred, my stomach twisted. "Jeff… " "You really think they’re impressed?" He chuckled lowly, "They’re looking at you because you don’t belong here Emma. You're like a poorly wrapped gift, pretty packaging, but disappointing when opened."

After that she walked out her and disappeared behind the door, leaving sitting there like soulless body, empty. " I'm going to take a shower can you come out please?" squeaked Emily who was confused that Dorothy was still standing in her room, " I want to make sure your body is clean and hairless,don't worry I'm going to do it myself, "Dorothy stepped into the bathroom without warning, causing Emily to glare at her in disbelief.

"I'll work for you under one condition." I say. "What's that?" "You'll marry me", He smirks revealing breathtaking dimples "Are you sure about that?." I pause for a moment then look straight into his eyes "I'm sure." I would marry Giovanni D'Errico and find a way to get back my fortune. Whatever it takes. Emily Rivera is trapped in a loveless marriage of three years with an unfaithful husband which eventually ends up in divorce papers. Devastated and heartbroken, she goes back to her parents' house and is even more devastated when she finds out her father was dead, she is hit with an even more shocking revelation, her father Alfonso Rivera had left behind a billion d

"I know you want me too, Em. It's in your eyes. Why do we keep resisting each other? Why do you keep resisting me? I promise you I won't hurt you again, ever!" My arms trailed his arm muscles as his arms wrapped around mine. "Eric..." I hated how vulnerable I felt at the moment as I stared into his eyes. I leaned into him again, making him close his eyes. Slowly, I slipped out of his arms and rushed to check my spaghetti. Focus, Emily. Focus! **** "Mummy, this one is beautiful, isn't it? I look like Cinderella!" "But it won't do. We are going to disneyland and you need a beautiful dress."

Her smile was infectious, and despite the tension that had lingered mere moments ago, a chuckle escaped me, I am amused by her bold words. Negotiation hadn't worked, and it seemed that this web of connections was beyond our comprehension. Jake's suggestion was plain and direct: force. If Emilia wouldn't cooperate, we'd make her. I shot Jake a look that silently questioned his approach. The last thing we needed was to escalate things further. But before I could interject, Emilia's gaze locked onto mine. It was as if she was peering into my soul, searching for something beyond the surface.

Glass shattered in a cascade of glittering shards, the sound echoing through the grand hall like a gunshot. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Emily hit the floor hard, the impact jarring her shoulder and elbow. Pain bloomed instantly, sharp and hot. But she didn’t cry out. She didn’t even move. She just lay there, curled protectively around the gift, as if it were the only thing that mattered. Stanley froze, stunned to be part of the shamble. Charlotte stood above her, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. She didn’t even try to hide it.