Little Emily のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

The Next Day The next day dawned bright and clear, signaling the end of the week. Friday mornings always had a different energy, a sense of anticipation and relief that the weekend was just around the corner. Emily was no exception, though her thoughts were occupied with the events of the previous night. As she got ready for school, she couldn't shake the memory of Kamsy's kiss, the way it had made her feel so alive. She was still lost in her thoughts when she heard a knock on her door. "Ready to go?" Kamsy asked, peeking in with a warm smile. Emily nodded, grabbing her bag. "Yeah, let's go." They walked to the car together, the comfortable silence between them filled with unspoken words and shared glances. The drive to school was uneventful, but the tension from their kiss lingered, making every moment feel charged. As they pulled up to the school, Kamsy parked the car and turned to her. "Take care today, Emily," he said softly, leaning in to give her a quick kiss on the l

The First Mission"Your first mission is to get to that building. I want you to act like a really poor person, tell the security men that you are looking for Alex Walker. You know what we planned, right?" Inishola's stern gaze bore into Emily.She nodded, her eyes fixed on the tall, imposing structure in front of her.Emily was dressed in tattered clothes, dirt smudged on her face, her hair disheveled. Today was her first mission, and it was happening in a five-star hotel that catered to the elite. The lobby was bustling with elegantly dressed people, a stark contrast to her current appearance."Are you sure they'll let me in, dressed this way?" she asked softly, glancing down at her ragged attire."Yep," Inishola replied with a confident nod. "The necklace is on the top floor, room 108. That's Alex's room. He isn't around right now, and the security doesn't know that. Just lie about coming for a job interview. Your role is the poor girl; that way the security men will let you in."E

Unexpected MorningEmily couldn't believe what Jake and Aaron had done. After promising her yesterday at school that they would include her and not keep secrets, they still went to the underground fighting match without her. Aaron had even followed along. Waking up this morning felt different. Her heart ached slightly, and she felt an unsettling sense that something wasn't right.As she sat up in bed, a gasp escaped her lips when she saw the bloodstain on her sheets. Panic set in as she realized what was happening."No, no, no," she mumbled, sighing heavily. Rushing towards the bathroom, she paused before walking back to her bed to strip the stained sheets."Time to start washing," she mumbled, grateful for the unexpected excuse to avoid school today.Just as she bundled the sheets in her arms, a knock on the door made her pause."Yes?" Emily called out, trying to keep her voice steady."Emily, it's Kamsy. It's time for school!" he said loudly from the other side of the door."I'm no

Meeting Amy "So, this is like our second date?" Emily asked herself before giggling softly. She made her way towards the mansion, feeling a lightness in her step. As she skipped towards the door, it opened, revealing a woman with striking red hair and tattoos standing in front of her. "Who are you?" Emily asked, taking a step back, her training kicking in. She was ready to defend herself if needed. The woman laughed loudly, easing some of Emily's tension. "Amy, you must be Emily, right?" the lady asked softly. Emily nodded slowly, still trying to grasp the situation. "I'm Kamsy's sister. I'm guessing Dad and he never mentioned me," Amy explained with a smile. Emily nodded again, trying to wrap her head around this new information. "Where's Kamsy? I thought he was here with you," she asked, looking around for any sign of him. "He went somewhere. Said he had something to do," Emily explained. "Ah, alright. I know you have questions. Let's get inside and talk. I promi

Angelo sat in his dimly lit study, the flickering light of a solitary lamp casting shadows on the walls. The room was filled with pictures of Emily, each one capturing a different moment of her life since she was taken away. Photos of her at school, in the garden, and even candid shots of her when she thought no one was watching. Angelo stared at these images, a mixture of longing and anger coursing through him.He couldn’t understand why things had gone so wrong. Emily was supposed to be with him, not in the hands of another man. The thought of Kamsy being close to her, touching her, made Angelo's blood boil. He clenched his fists, trying to control the rage that threatened to consume him.Since the day Emily was taken, Angelo had men following her everywhere. They reported back to him daily, giving him detailed accounts of her movements, her interactions, her moods. He knew she was struggling, that she missed her family and friends. He knew she thought about him, too. The way she so