Make It Or Break It Emily And Novels & Stories

They pulled away from eachother. Emily didn’t even flinch a single bit. She brushed her hair back with a lazy smirk, sweat were shining on her skin. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this,” she said, voice filled with mock pity. “But maybe it’s better you did. Saves me the trouble of lying.” “This,” she said coldly, “is me finally enjoying myself. You really thought I’d waste my life on a broke nobody like you?”

“Tell me, Emily. Was it you? Were you part of it?” The rain began again outside, tapping against the broken windows like impatient fingers. Emily’s shoulders trembled, her composure breaking for the briefest second before she caught herself. “You think you’re clever,” she said softly, her voice shaking despite her attempt at control. “But you don’t know how deep this goes. You don’t know the people you’re playing with.” My heart hammered, but I leaned closer, my whisper cutting like a blade. “Then enlighten me.” For a moment, I thought she would. Her mouth opened, her eyes darted toward the altar as though something weighed on her tongue, but then she shut it, shaking her head violently.

Natalie jumped in and clicked her seatbelt in place. "I feel like we just made it through a prison break," Emily said, negotiating her way through traffic. "And this was just the first day. How many more of these will I have to do? I have to quit Chassis." "I don't understand why, though. Sure, you met at the gala and told a white lie."

She said and sat upright almost knocking her head against the headrest if not for the timely intervention of Micheal . "Breakfast in bed ?? . " He asked while casually buttoning his cuff getting ready for work . Emily shook her head and indicated no . "Why ?? Rejecting a princess offer huh ? " He finished with his cuff and glanced up at her . "I'm not a porcelain doll bruh . My ass hurts from staying inside the room for too long . I need to stress out my cracked ass . " She swung her leg from the bed and proceed to stand . And Micheal quickly rushed to her as if he was afraid that she would break at a single hard contact with the floor .

"What are you doing here, Beatrice? You haven't visited in ten years." "I heard the news," Beatrice said. She stepped forward, ignoring Ethan’s growl. She stopped in front of Emily. "So," she said, looking Emily up and down. "This is the human who made my son destroy a dynasty." "I'm Emily," Emily said, stepping out from behind Ethan, her chin high. "And I didn't make him do anything. He chose to." Beatrice stared at her for a long moment. Then, a small, genuine smile touched her lips.

I can't believe this is what I'm getting after going through so much just because of him "Maryam" the bang on the door make me jerk out of fear "Maryam open this door" he said in a dangerous tone "I swear if you don't open this door, I'm going to break it down and believe me I'll do just that" he threatened What? Will he really break it? Is he crazy? If I'm ask to buy that door I'm sure I won't be able to afford it "Maryam before counting of three, open this damn door if not I'm-"

A sharp vibration against the coffee table, cutting through the softness like cold glass shattering. Emily froze. Adrian stilled too, his forehead still resting against hers. She reached for the phone, screen glowing with a number she hadn’t seen in a long time. Her parents. She hesitated—then swiped to answer. “Hello?” There was a brief pause on the other end. Then came her mother’s voice, clipped and tense: “Emily. Is it true? Mike said you two broke up. That you left him for some man we’ve never even heard of? And that you sold your shares in A Design?”

Meanwhile, my so-called best friend, Yvette Carter, was so angry that her face turned red as she helped Landon sit across from me. Her voice trembled slightly as she pointed at me and said, "Annabeth, how did you become like this?" Not far away, the judge's expression shifted. When he looked at me, his eyes were cold. The onlookers below only grew more excited, as if the bigger the mess, the better. "Just wait and see. The judge got his heart broken by his ex, too, and he won his case." "I heard that woman got struck so badly that her soul didn't even survive."

I didn't ask for anything that wasn't rightfully mine, but I made damn sure to get everything that was. I glanced at Zachary beside me, he looked completely broken. Anxious. Defeated. Nothing like the confident man I'd married. "Ella, is this really it for us? No second chances?" "That's right. We're done." I studied his face, remembering how nervous he'd been when he first asked me out all those years ago. But I wasn't that starry-eyed girl anymore. A cracked mirror can never reflect a perfect image again. Zachary and I—our story had reached its final page.

“Sierra’s right. You did what you had to. No shame in that.” Emily’s breath shuddered, tears slipping hot down her cheeks. She wanted to believe them. But the echo of that shot rang in her skull, the way her hands had shaken, the way she hadn’t even given Rhett or Ghost a chance to stop her. Sierra leaned closer, her voice lower now, gentler than Emily had ever heard it. “You think you’re broken because of it. But I’ll tell you the truth, girl — that was the first time you took something back for yourself. You didn’t let Kane or his dogs write the story. You wrote it. With fire and lead.”