Pretty Little Liars Emily Fields Novels & Stories

However, it would be far too easy for him to find her. Because he could ask others and get an answer. Thereafter, Lucas saw a young lady. This young lady was a Rank 9 Earth King Ranked Realm, an absolute genius. Just when the girl was about to rush to a certain place, Lucas appeared in front of her. The girl's name was Emily Chase. Seeing the sudden appearance of Lucas in front of her, she couldn't help being shocked. "Who... who are you?" Emily looked at Lucas very unhappily. Because Lucas almost scared her to sit on the ground.

The call was cut after that and Emily was silent for a moment, "Why do I seem so unstable lately? A little bit jealous of Rose, but after that I feel comforted by her." Not bothering anymore, she immediately decided to go take a shower first, while taking her cell phone of course. She still wanted to check on a few more people for today via Liam's I*******m account. It's quite crazy actually, but she feels so curious about some of the women in Liam's past. What a disease of a woman! Always like to make the heart become cranky. ***

Then finally, Emily shifted slightly, resting her chin on his shoulder and glancing down at the floor where a few papers had fallen. “You think your team heard anything?” Adrian smirked.“Not unless they’ve got microphones in the carpet.” She rolled her eyes, swatting his chest lightly before going still again. Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen—Lila(Video Call)—then looked at Adrian. He gave a slight nod, lips curving. She answered. “Lila!”Emily smiled, tilting the camera so her friend could see her clearly. “I’m back!”she beamed.“Finally. My professor dragged me across five countries, three labs, and one very haunted guest house, but I survived. Barely.”

I expected Lucas to be out already but when I pushed my door open, he was still right where I had left him. “We should leave.” I called out to him without entering my room. He stood up and walked towards me. “Hi, I am Emily. I know we have met before but I haven’t really introduced myself. I am one of your students.” Emily said, smiling shyly and fixing her hair. If she didn’t have a boyfriend who I know she loves a lot, I would have been mad at the way she was acting with Lucas. He smiled and nodded. “I know you, nice to meet you again. So sorry that we stole your friend.”

"Jenny is getting crazy. She even dares to use such forbidden drugs at a party like this." "You should be very careful. She doesn't dare to hurt me. But she is after you. I'm worried that she won't stop trying to harm you," Louise reminded Emily. "But why? I don't get it. It's the first time you met her after you came back." "Did you hear which family the Evans want to unite by marriage?" Emily didn't answer Louise's question directly. "Well, I think I've heard the Fields are thinking of the same thing, but they haven't landed on a family yet..." Louise tried to remember, and then she looked at Emily in surprise.

She ate at her own pace and talked between bites and laughed once at something I said and the laugh was real and unguarded and reached everything. Walking back to the car, Emily stopped on the pavement. I looked at her. She had her hand on the wall of the building beside her, steadying herself. Her face was not alarmed, it was focused inward, the way it got when her wolf was reading something. "What?" I said. "One of them just moved," she said quietly. "Inside. A shift, not movement, just a shift. Like settling." She pressed her hand flat to her abdomen. "Lucas. I think they are about to start making themselves known properly."

Yet never once had the dream changed the way it had in the last few days. Ever since she met Damien Hayes. Emily walked toward the mirror near the dresser and paused when she saw her reflection. She looked terrible. Her hair was messy, dark shadows had formed under her eyes, and her expression carried a confusion that she did not recognize in herself. Normally her thoughts were clear and controlled. Missions required discipline, focus, precision. But lately her mind felt… unsettled. She stared at her reflection for another moment before speaking quietly. “Damien Hayes,” she whispered. “What are you doing to my life?”

87 - Ryker I become conscious of a tingling brush along my face. I don’t open my eyes though. I savor the feeling. “That’s nice, Little Lamb, but yesterday sucked. Give me another hour.” A small giggle interrupts my thoughts quickly. I turn my head to see a bright-eyed Emily looking at me from her bed in the middle of the room. “Why do you call her a lamb? She’s not a lamb, silly Alpha!” She covers her mouth and laughs again. I can see the delight in her mother’s and Kennedy’s eyes. All three of them want an answer, an honest answer. Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

And before he can, a small voice drifts from the stairs. “Daddy? Why are you and Zara yelling?” Emily. She’s standing there, wide-eyed in her pajamas, clutching a stuffed rabbit. The tension snaps, but only outwardly. Inside, I feel the fire burning hotter. Because I don’t know what’s worse—Liam’s judgment… or the fact that part of me wants him to care for reasons I don’t even want to admit.

Emily should have given this man a chance to explain the reason why he used Emily as a tool to take revenge on Charles. "Papa wasn't lying. Aunt Emilia came!" Lyla squealed, happy. She then took Emily's hand and clutched it to her chest. It made Emily feel so moved, and she almost had tears running down her cheeks. However, Emily did not let that happen. Right now, Jeffry needs her reinforcement, and that's what she's doing right now. ***