Please Leave Emily Alone Novels & Stories

" I could picture her expression in my head already and I wish I could laugh right now but it's not funny. ”No Chelsea you are not." I said in a way to calm her down. ”It's actually for the best because I was a little bit happy he is into something like that. My heart won't break anymore." I added. ”Oh poor Emily. Do you want me to come over?" Chelsea asked and I shook my head. ”No, don't. I actually wanted to see you today about something important"

"Good. I need you to make sure she stays the hell away from my wife. I don't give a damn that they're doing and stupid business together. Just ruin their relationship anyhow you can. I don't want Joanne interfering in my life anymore!" With that, I disconnected the call. "What the hell, Eric?!" I turned around to see Emily glaring at me with bloodshot eyes.

I offer and try not to sound like an ungrateful snow, even though we both know I would never call her if I needed to talk. I’m the kind to bottle up everything. Most men are. Luckily, Bailey doesn’t say anything else and spins on her heel. Her small figure leaves the restaurant, and Bernie follows her. He turns by the door to wave at us with a small smile, and Emilie waves back. I don’t. Once they are gone, Emilie peers up at me. “Umm… you’re driving me home, right?” I snort in amusement. “You really think I would let my girl walk home alone in the dark?”

He sneers, bitterness evident in his tone: "Humph... You know I'm injured. Yet, you left me alone. You're heartless. I thought you'd come back, but you didn't. So, I'm here." His words strike a chord, but I can't let his accusations deter me. I refuse to engage in an argument that could escalate further. With a sigh, I attempt to keep my frustration in check, "It's late, George. This isn't the time or place to create a scene. Please, just leave." The storm outside mirrors the turmoil within, its intensity echoing the complexity of the emotions churning between us. I stand my ground, fully aware of the tension that hangs between us, hoping that George will eventually heed my plea and depart.

Her expression showed a disgusted frown. “Don’t worry, young master. My lips were sealed. No one will know about it, not even your beloved Nancy. So, if you can release me, I am more than willing to stay out of you and, if possible, out of your life.” Emily spoke in a calm tone, but deep down, she desperately wanted to leave. The pain in her heart was too much for her to handle. Their conversation was tumultuous and suffocating. She just wanted to breathe outside, away from Charles.

She couldn't do anything, she was hopeless and very weak. "You think you can run away, you are mad!" Minister Lee thundered as he dragged her onto the bed. "Ah Ah Ah! You think you can run?—you have nowhere you're running to. There are two guards guarding this room." He laughed. Within a twinkle of an eye, he tore off Emily's dress aggressively and landed another slap on her soft, tender cheek. "Leave me alone." Emily spoke up in a thin, small voice. Not even the person with the best ears on earth could have heard what she said.

“Forget all this. Forget Aéron. Forget the pack. We’ll go somewhere far away.” I smiled sadly. “You really think they would let me leave now?” Her silence answered everything again. I turned toward her fully this time before cupping her face gently. “At least you still have a chance to go back,” I said softly. “You can still live normally. Have a peaceful life. Stay away from all this madness before it destroys you too.” Emily’s eyes immediately filled with tears again as she grabbed my wrists tightly. “I’m not leaving you.” “You should.”

Emily looked up this time. “I’m not going to sit around and wait while everything falls apart.” His gaze sharpened slightly. “That’s not what I said.” “Then what did you mean?” Silence. Then— “I meant you don’t need to handle it alone.” The words were simple. But something about them— Didn’t feel like business. Emily looked at him. For a moment— She almost softened. But then— She remembered. Don’t fall for him. “I’m used to handling things alone,” she said calmly.

"You don't get to judge me. You don't know anything about me." Alex looked at her with compassion. "I'm not judging you, Emily. I'm worried about you. I care about you," he said. Emily stood up abruptly and started picking up her things from the table. "I can't do this," she said, her voice shaking. "I can't talk about this with you." Alex stood up and reached out to touch her arm. "Emily, please. Let's talk about this. Let me help you," he said. But Emily pulled away from him. "No. Just leave me alone. Don't come near me again," she said, her eyes flashing with anger. And with that, she stormed out of the coffee shop, leaving Alex standing there with a look of sadness and concern on his fac

Mary’s eyes flashed with fury, and she raised her hand again as if to strike Emily, but this time Emily caught her wrist. "Don’t mother, I am no longer a kid" Emily said quietly, her voice filled with a calm she didn’t know she had. "I’m not afraid of you anymore." Mary yanked her arm back, her chest heaving with rage. "You’ll regret this," she hissed. "You’ll regret turning your back on me. You’ll be alone, Emily. Alex doesn’t want you, Leah’s dead, and I’m the only one who’s ever cared about you."