Make It Or Break It Emily And Novels & Stories

"This is part of the battle I warned you about. Stop crying." "You have another interview at four. Go home, take a shower, take a nap, cheer up, and return here before four," Maria said, offering some solace. She smiled and handed Emily's bag back to her. "It's okay, take a break." Emily slowly stood up, her spirit broken, and shuffled her feet towards the door. Maria watched her with pity and shook her head, “she didn’t know what she was getting herself into…” As Emily dragged her feet out of the industry, people couldn't help but stare, whispers spreading like wildfire about her disastrous interview.

Despite the fact that she wasn’t really hungry, she decided she needed to eat something and quickly made herself some scrambled eggs, toast with jelly and milk. While eating, she clicked through the TV channels and finally got stuck on a film with an actress she usually liked. The plot turned out to be a shallow and totally unrealistic love story with dialogues so sappy that it made her roll her eyes and scoff more than once. At the final exchange of the two protagonists, where the guy swore his love to the girl and she just melted into his arms, she let out a bitter laugh. Were there actually people in real life that interacted in such uncomplicated patterns?

“How dare you lay a hand on Mika?” Emily arched an eyebrow, her composure unwavering. She remained seated, her gaze cold and assessing. “I beg your pardon?” she said, her tone sharp, each word slicing through the tense air. “Don’t play dumb with me,” Jaden snapped, stepping closer to her desk. “You heard me. What kind of person are you to hit her?” Emily chuckled—a cold, humorless sound that sent a chill down his spine. She stood slowly, her movements deliberate, and crossed her arms as she approached him.

She had broken our unspoken promise first, so I wouldn't keep mine. From that moment on, our lives would no longer intersect. … Extra: Gabriel's Point of View I first met Melanie at a jewelry design competition. That day, I arrived early as a judge. The venue buzzed with activity, and staff were busy setting up the displays. But amidst the hustle and bustle, one figure caught my attention immediately.

Emily seeing everything was in a state of disbelief, thinking : How can someone be able to do that? And normally she would have realized that it was impossible for her men to beat Liam, however she was filled with so much hatred that she was blind to that simple fact, and instead she continued to urge her men to fight harder. And she had to urge them to fight harder, knowing that they had to win or else she was ruined. Forget about not getting the Danvers empire, if her men lost, she would be left helpless and at the mercy of the people she had held hostage. Knowing that Emily roared, "No excuses!" Emily's voice rose in frustration. "Finish him!"

“You don’t start as sisters. You start as two people telling the truth.” She leaned back into him again, exhausted beyond thought. “I’m not strong right now,” she said. “No,” he replied gently. “You’re honest.” The distinction mattered. She closed her eyes, the storm finally spent, leaving behind rawness instead of chaos. Outside the room, Beatrice waited. Inside, Lillian Bloom broke in a way that could not be undone or repaired or managed. She broke into truth. And nothing would ever fit together the way it had before.

“Then let’s go make sure she doesn’t fall.” We resumed walking—faster this time. Emily had built an empire on grit, blood, and broken bones. And now, the one person who’d once patched her together was coming home.

That’s something they can’t just erase. However, instead of seeing it as an obstacle, they should see it as a lesson learned. It’s a lesson that strengthened them and their love for each other. While looking in the mirror, lots of memories flashed before her eyes. Some were bad, but most were unforgettable. Her stylist had finished her hair and makeup, but Jada remained seated, still reminiscing. She was only interrupted when Honey called for her. “Ready, BFF?” her Matron of Honor asked. Jada smiled at her and nodded. Before they went out, she made sure she had her purse. She had to be sure she had it with her because it contained big news.

Emily crawled across the carpet—phone clutched in one hand, remote in the other. She reached the en-suite bathroom. Locked the door. Wedged a towel under it. Then she sat in the tub—curled around her stomach—phone on speaker. “I love you,” she whispered again. Alexander’s reply was fierce. “I’m almost there. I’m coming for you.” Outside the bedroom, glass shattered. Mark had broken in. Emily closed her eyes. Pressed her hand harder to her stomach. And waited—for rescue. For revenge. For the sound of Alexander’s voice calling her name one more time.

Emily was a wild card, an unpredictable force in my carefully crafted plans. In that quiet moment, as the moonlight filtered through the window, I made a silent promise to myself. I would break her spirit, one way or another. Whether she would become my mate willingly or succumb to the harsh reality of her situation, I was determined to claim her. Emily's unshakeable belief in her mate, in Roman's unwavering love, would be put to the ultimate test in the days to come.