Pretty Little Liars Emily Fields Novels & Stories

"You will be a true asset to us all." Emily clung almost painfully to William's arm, but otherwise seemed outwardly calm. William knew better; and so would Lycaon, since her fear gave off such a strong scent. But she stood her ground and literally faced down the original werewolf with her shoulders squared and her head held high. William felt a swell of pride. Emily looked away from Lycaon and turned her attention to Lilith, who sat mere inches away. Lilith's simmering rage was evident with every blink of her eyes. “Boo,” she said quietly, holding Emily's gaze.

Walking through the hallway, Emily had responded cheerfully to all the greetings she received from the students. She was the beta's mate and that was a position she had to be respected for. Walking into their class they sat together as they stared boringly at the white board and plain walls. They were early so no lectures had started and few students were loitering about. "Seriously Emily, who are you?" Anabelle asked in amazement. "I'm a werewolf," Emily said as rested on the desk.

She strengthened her plans and devised a plan to free Tyler and expose Gerald's true nature to the Lycan community. Emily, plagued by uncertainty and desperate to uncover the truth behind Tyler's disappearance, had turned to her mother's guidance. In a sacred vampire ritual she underwent a few days ago, Emily had an otherworldly encounter with her deceased mother's spirit, who revealed Alpha Gerald's treacherous ploy.

' Emily heard what Leia had to say right before she disappeared into her consciousness. Emily investigated the area surrounding her eyes. The absence of him, Drake, brings about a change in Emily's facial expression. She questioned the two by asking, "Where is the alpha?" Lilac let out a sigh and shrugged her shoulders before continuing. She responded by saying, "Emily, we do not know."

"Found you, wench." "J-Jacob…" She took a step back and forced herself to breathe. Jacob walked up to her, still laughing and leering at him. "I’ve been searching for you, little sis. Why did you escape me? I wasn’t done with you." "Stay away!" Emily screamed and ran away. However, Emily had underestimated Jacob's Alpha blood. He swiftly ran and cut off her path. Emily gazed up at him, seeing only a devil. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to flee once more.

She hissed. "No," I said, trying to calm her down. "He just misinformed you." Something crossed Emily's eyes as she processed what I was saying. "I am not ready to date," she said, heading toward the exit. Luke tried to stop her, but in a heartbeat, she extended her claws and aura. "F*ck," Ghost mused proudly. "Do you feel that? She's strong!" Luke quickly moved out of the way, submitting to the higher power. What the hell? Did that really happen?

“Mrs. Emily, if you are afraid, I can assure that nothing will happen to you, if you give out these people names I will protect you” Emily's hands were shaking, she started murmuring to herself. “That is not me” “Not me” “Not… me” Lucas' face squeezed completely, he couldn't hold the pressure inside him anymore so he raised his voice. “Hey!! Listen. That is you, and you are going to tell me what I need to know. Eighteen years ago, my parents were murdered, and you happened to experience everything. Tell me what I need to know” Emily covers her ears and keeps murmuring to herself.

What do you think you know about yourself, do you even know who you are. Yes I know who I am and I know what am capable of. My name is emily, emily Micheal the daughter of michael John. And what ever it is, you have done to Nathan, I don't care because rights now he demand your head. Emily recited calmly Wow what a beautiful speech he was about to sip another when emily throw an object toward him. He let go of his glass cup and kicks the object one to see emily, aiming for his throat with her hands.

A sad, emotionally confused potato with a crush on a British sociopath she absolutely did not have a crush on. "You've been in here all day," Emily said from the doorway as she made her entrance into the room. "Maybe I like it here." "It smells like sadness and old pizza." "That's my emotional support pizza." Emily walked in with a box of pizza in her hands and flopped down beside me. Her pink glittery phone case caught the light and sent sparkles across the ceiling. Everything about her was sparkly. Even her energy. Especially her energy and honestly at this moment i loved her energy.

Tonight, that legacy was turning seventy. I looked across the tables set out with fresh flowers and gold-rimmed plates and spotted Emily, laughing at something Damian had just whispered in her ear. I smiled without thinking. She was wearing a pale blue dress that floated when she walked, and her dark hair was pinned loosely, a few curls falling in front of her face. It was strange how quickly I had warmed to her. But then again, Emily wasn’t like Maya. Emily didn’t slither through rooms. She didn’t cast shadows or build alliances with secrets. She was genuine, thoughtful, and, most of all, kind.