Make It Or Break It Emily And Novels & Stories

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.

Emily answered with great hope. "Wait, I'll try to get you out of this room!" said the figure who would become Emily's hero. Emily hoped she would get out of this place in good condition. "Move back a little! Take a few steps back! I'll break this door down," said the figure behind the door. "Okay, I'll step back," Emily said while sliding back. "Ready? I'll start breaking it down," said the figure who was ready to save Emily. The warehouse door was successfully broken down, and the door immediately opened in a damaged state.

She utters confidently with no evidence of remorse on her face "Why? Just give me a reason you want to break up with me, ok? Is it because of what happened? I'm going to fix it, I swear it. I will make it up to you, ok? I won't..." "Just stop it, ok? Just stop it! I don't want you anymore, and that is my final decision!" She yells at the top of her voice, and I stagger back. I gulp down the sudden lump that forms in my throat. My heart pumps heavily against my chest, my blood went cold, and my hands suddenly become sweaty as my whole body come trembling fearfully.

she added, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. Emily's words struck a chord, and I could feel her pain and vulnerability. Her eyes, now red and puffy, seemed to bore into my soul as if searching for a glimmer of hope or understanding. I was taken aback, unsure of how to respond, but I knew I had to say something. "Emily, that's not true."

There was something disarming about it. Her phone rang suddenly, breaking through the silent...Kay flinched and watched as the screen lit up, the name that appeared was saved only with a red heart and a lock emoji. He stared at it longer than he should have, so she wasn’t alone. Of course she wasn’t.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

Before long, the sounds coming from the footage made it impossible to misunderstand what had happened. "Oh my god… No wonder Rose wanted to break up. Mr. Smith cheated!" "I knew there was something off about Sheila. She really is the other woman!" "That's disgusting. Doing something like that in the lab? How am I supposed to work here now? I feel sick…"

“But I can promise I’ll always fight for you.” She shook her head. “You’re impossible.” “Yet you love me.” “I do,” she said. “I really do.” As the agents worked, I glanced at the unconscious man on the floor. Miller. A cornered rat. A man who had lost everything and decided to take others with him. I realized something then. Emily was the brain. Kate was the money. Miller was the muscle. But there were others. Always others. The war with Emily might be over. But the damage?

Hopefully, this new one would do at least as well as the last and she would be financially savvy enough to put some money aside, unlike last time. “Probably not though,” Emily uttered, shaking her head as she made her way to the kitchen and the cheap coffee pot she had since college. She was topping her cup off when she heard a small sound from the front door. At first, she wasn't sure that she heard anything at all. Pink Floyd's The Piper at the Gates of Dawn was playing at maximum volume from her computer's speakers. The noise could have easily been some odd sound effect she had never noticed before. She smiled and had all but dismissed the noise when it happened again.

“You know what? You’re right. It’s never too late for us to choose our own happiness. We may not have the longest relationship, and he might not have been my first, but I’m sure that he’ll be my last. We just have to be brave enough to break away from the shackles of our feelings.” What she said struck a nerve in my heart, so my smile fell. “Yeah, you’re right,” I whispered. “There, all done,” the make-up artist said. “Already?” Emily asked with wide eyes. The make-up artist removed the robe from Emily and helped her stand up. Now that she’s fully made-up, I took a couple more shots. “You look beautiful, Emily.” She smiled with teary eyes and muttered a quiet 'thanks.' “Don’t cry. You’re goi