Emily Taylor

**The Last Chance** Emily lay curled up on the sofa, clutching her stomach. Everything ached, throbbed

Long ago, in a small town in Yorkshire, there lived a woman named Margaret Whitmore. One morning, she

The Accidental Happiness of Rahmat In that forgotten little town perched on the edge of the map, like

**”I’ve Been Sick of You Since Our Wedding Night! You Disgust Me! Leave Me Alone!”

“Mum, why didnt you invite me to your birthday?”Katie clutched her phone so tightly her knuckles

“If you think I do nothing for you, try living without me!” Emily snapped. That evening

“Heres the truth about your fiancée,” Edward said flatly, handing his son a flash drive.

**Diary Entry 12th May** You know those moments when patience simply snaps? When it runs out like sand

“If you think I do nothing for you, try living without me!” Emily snapped. That evening

“Natalie, hello. Its Emma, your future daughter-in-law. Id like to meet and talk. When and where