Until Dawn Emily Novels & Stories

2 Phoebe had just woken up, she had a terrible headache, it felt like someone was hitting with a big hammer. Phoebe was about to use her hand to rub her temples, but her hand couldn't reach her head, only then did Phoebe realize that she was locked in bed, her mouth was dry, but she couldn't open it. Phoebe groaned softly, she wanted to move her body but couldn't. In the large space where she was alone, the silence made her panic even more. She tried to make a few sounds to break the silence, but then she discovered that she was alone here.

Emila watched her step as she moved into the living room, there was something familiar about how she walked but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was about it that made it seem familiar. “Where is he?” Emily asked, an edge in her voice coming off quite unusually but she maintained her still. “Oh, he’s in the bathroom, he’s taking a shower. Do take a seat please. Have we met or something before, I think I know you” she replied, her voice quickening at the end. “We haven't met before,I don't think you know me. Name's Dally” Emily said sharply, desperate to conceal her true identity. “Sorrrry, my bad… must’ve been someone else”

Word travelled fast in a pack, and Damien had made sure everyone knew exactly what would happen tonight. Elena stood in the centre of the circle, her thin frame trembling despite the warm night air. She'd worn her only good dress, the navy one from their anniversary, though she didn't know why she'd bothered. Maybe some desperate part of her still hoped this was all a nightmare, that she'd wake up and find herself back in a world where mates actually loved each other.

I am supposed to focus on why we’re here. But my mind was stuck in a horrific loop. The laundry cart. The grey-uniformed guards. The injury along Emily’s jawline. She had spent five years acting as Dawnridge's eyes in the frozen North—a fierce, defiant storm of a girl who refused to play the quiet princess to her brother’s crown. She had survived the dangerous underbelly of the Sovereign courts without a scratch, only to be zip-tied like a common thief in a hotel basement because she tried to save me.

There had to be something of hers there. I threw open the heavy wooden door. A damp, cold air hit my face. There were things of hers here. A few simple white nightgowns, washed thin but clean. A book of poetry she often read, its pages dog-eared. And on the table... A piece of hard, stale bread, already growing mold. A glass of cloudy, cold water with dust floating on the surface. This was how she had lived her final days. This is what I had forced her to endure.

“There are two hundred thousand dollars on here. After all, you’re the mother of my child. I can’t just stand and watch you go down the wrong path. I thought you were so decisive in leaving me because you had something better waiting for you, but I didn’t expect… this.” His tone carried a faint, condescending pity. Quinn covered her mouth as she laughed softly. “Maybe it’s a knockoff. Emma, you don’t have to feel embarrassed. This amount of money isn’t much to us, but it should be enough to keep you from looking so miserable.” However, right after she said that, a young woman suddenly chimed in. “It’s not a knockoff. You can tell from the craftsmanship and the fabric. It’s the latest piece f

Like time had paused just to listen to us I looked away, because I couldn't look him in the eyes. This was entirely unexpected, and not in my books. My voice came out quieter than I expected. “How?” Ethan exhaled slowly, like he had been waiting for that question. “I don’t know exactly how it happened,” he admitted. “But I woke up earlier. Years earlier. With memories I shouldn’t have.”

Safe. “I’ll take care of you,” he used to say. Soft voice. Soft hands. Soft promises. Until softness became something else entirely. Emily closed her eyes tightly. “No,” she whispered. “This is different.” But her chest didn’t fully agree with that. The next morning came too clean. Ethan had already left. Downstairs, Lila greeted her again. “Good morning, ma’am. Richard is ready to take you anywhere you need.” Emily nodded. “Thank you.”

My hair, a cascade of golden ringlets, was adorned with a dainty silver comb that glistened with a tiny emerald. It all felt a bit overwhelming. "Ember," I murmured as I faced her. "Hush," she whispered as she guided me back to the mirror. "It's just one night. Let go for just one night," she urged softly. I could manage that, just for one night. "Now, come," Ember exclaimed, her voice slightly elevated. "The night beckons." She took my hands and led me out of the room. "How did you manage to get a dress like this?" I inquired.

ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED BILLIONAIRE (Love at first sight) Chapter nineteen Very early in the morning, Emily woke up with a low sigh escaping her lips as though waking up alone as taken a toll on her. Her sleep was peaceful. Her eyes shot to the couch where the man she had seen yesterday was supposed to be but wasn't. She went went to her room to take a bath as well as other morning routine of hers since she was Informed by the maids that Mrs Lora was away.