William Afton X Henry Emily Novels & Stories

She says as I slump my shoulders, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to convince them otherwise. --- As I step inside the grand hotel, I am taken aback. It looked like a queen was getting married. Well, have you seen Eleanor? She is a goddamn queen. But I didn’t think Hank could afford such a grand money, I am guessing she is rich. I look down at my sundress which looked very simple compared to the people surrounding me. I thought the dinner and celebration was at 8 pm. “Oh my god, Emily, you are here.” I see this beautiful, tall woman gracefully walking towards me with her tight red dress.

I knew Henry couldn't do anything to Ava with William around. He clearly hadn't expected me to say that. He shot up from the couch in disbelief. "How can you be so unabashedly heartless! You're close to both Ashford men, and they've done so much for you." I shrugged. "I don't see how I can't. Aren't you the one who always says I'm inhuman?" "You—" Henry started to say, but stopped himself. He didn't speak for a long time. Eventually, with a serious expression, he said, "I don't want to threaten you because you're my flesh and blood, Emilia. That's why I'm trying to talk to you nicely. So, you'd better not make me angry.

Henry dropped to the floor. Emily stood staring at him. Suddenly, she ran outside, gagging. She had nothing in her stomach to throw up. I ran out after her, staying by her side. My love, look at me. Her big eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, met mine. I liked Henry… Yeah, this world is cruel. We're going to lose people we love. Her arms tightened around my waist. I'll bury him, then we'll leave. I kissed her forehead. Zanto and Salem carried Henry's body. I dug a grave, then we took turns shoveling before placing his body inside and covering it with dirt. I cursed this world and then walked to the front, where I saw Betty’s men with guns pointed at Emily.

"So, can you tell me how this case came to be?" "Emily was previously handling a case," I started. "A case of one of the most notorious men in California. At first, Emily didn't want to take the job, but Chief Ramos kept insisting she should. I guess that's what angered the criminal to come after her. Since then, we haven't found Emily. We don't know if she's alive or dead." "This notorious man, what's his name?" "They call him Matteo Romenetti." He nodded his head. "I've heard that name before."

I could still feel Henry's hands on my waist. "What do I do now?" I asked. "I don't know," Emily said. "But I think you're supposed to figure it out together." Together? I liked the sound of that. Even if it scared me. Even if I didn't know what it meant. Even if everything was moving too fast and I wasn't sure I could keep up. “Together.” I whispered to myself once more. *** "We were on the bed," I said weakly "Oh my God." Emily climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged beside me. She grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "You were kissing Henry Williams. Standing up. In our room. While I was gone for twenty minutes. TWENTY MINUTES, SILVER."

"Afternoon, Jonathan. I suppose we're fox hunting after all." "And the hound's already got her," added Ashton. Emily knew she must be offering the rogues an excellent view of her backside and kicking legs. Jonathan put a firm hand on her rump and Emily growled indignantly. Would no man in this world treat her with the respect she deserved? "Put me down at once!" Emily balled a fist and pounded it into Jonathan's own rump. "How do you like it?" Jonathan jerked in shock. "She's a spitfire!"

she called out but there was no reply, slowly she walked to the center of the room and found a dart board on the wall with pictures and notes spun there. There was a young picture of her aunt, she could recognize her aunt everywhere. She saw the arrows, some pointed at her aunt, and others at the half picture of a man. That’s when she realized it was one picture and maybe it was the one Lincoln told her about. “Why are you here?” a voice echoed from behind her, Emma turned and found Caleb there. She removed her aunt's picture from the dart and walked towards Caleb. “Why is my aunt implicated In your investigation?” she asked and he frowned before trying to sneeze the picture from her hands w

Emily's Nightmare Emily tossed and turned in her bed, the sheets tangled around her legs as she struggled to find peace. Sleep had become a rare refuge, constantly interrupted by the weight of grief and guilt that had been her constant companions since Austin’s death. Tonight was no different. She finally drifted off, her breathing slowing as her body surrendered to exhaustion. But instead of the darkness of sleep, Emily found herself standing in a familiar place—the old park near her childhood home. The swings creaked in the distance, the rusty chains swaying back and forth in the breeze. The air was thick with a fog that clung to her skin, cold and damp.

The smile was washed off his face like it was never there, to begin with. She hides under the large soft sheets, ashamed of her wrinkles and dark circles. Before she can sneak a peak at him, he was gone. Sounds of the roaring limo fill the house, followed by a loud screech from the tires and then silence. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, being once again abandoned in this large empty house. Emily Hensley, a blond 46-year-old. Once a legend of the stage, now a happily married woman with a loving husband and a full-filled life.

Remarkably, his aunt and uncle didn’t comment. “Uh…I do believe we have a small wooden ball,” his aunt finally said and turned to a nearby servant. “Linus, do you know which ball I’m referring to?” “Yes. I will fetch it right away.” During the few minutes the servant was gone, Henry and Martha directed a few questions to Emiline, inquiring about her stay here in Hampshire. The companion’s tone of voice was quite different than when she had first spoken to Rebecca. Instead of the bold woman Gabe knew Emiline to be, her answers were soft and she rarely met his aunt and uncle’s gaze.