Emily Taylor

In the school register for March of ninety-three, next to my surname it read: paid. The initials werent

Polly, are you ready? Im going to be late for school! Victoria gave one last shake to Williams shirt

I swear on everything dear, if I hadnt forgotten that blasted phone charger in the room The hotel door

Knock it down! The businessman shouted, oblivious to the SAS officer already approaching the house.

Envy on the Edge Yes, this is precisely whats needed! Hell never realise that its not his fiancée before

A Family Gathering: No Boundaries at the Door Its the morning after the party, and Im left, once again

A Late Rebellion Do you actually grasp what youre doing? came the measured, almost emotionless voice

Revenge in the Shadows of Wealth: Charlotte and Beatrice Charlotte stood by the window in her opulent

Just Keep Going Emily, a cheeky little girl with two messy pigtails sticking out on either side, ran

I wont hand over the keys. Do you see what weve finally done? I asked Simon, standing in the middle of