Book Lovers Emily Henry Novels & Stories

“I was born Emily Paddington. My parents came over from England after a great deal of to do over the family lands. Your grandfather Paddington had already been across the waters on multiple occasions. He owned our plantation for several years before he questioned why he was involved in a feud over land that he had no desire to live on when he possessed a beautiful plantation in a country that was like paradise to him. I was still in my mother’s womb when they crossed the waters and born shortly after they arrived. “Arthur Paddington was a kind man, but an ambitious one. He sought out the secret society of the shine and discovered that the wealthiest and most powerful was the Northrup f

She had no idea that this woman standing before her had anything to do with the young inmate, that she was, in fact, the very crux of the situation. However, she recognized her. She had seen her face on the back of several paperbacks, even the one that she owned. A book called Wolves at the Door, which she had picked up on impulse and quite enjoyed. Diamond had a way with words, and though her stories were strange, they never lost the coherency of narrative that kept you attached to her characters. “You're a lot stronger than the others,” Emily smirked. Her wicked smile was nothing like the cute one she displayed in her author photo. “Everyone else just collapsed when I pushed on them.”

But that did not last long as she did not expect something, or rather someone, to tear the beautiful silence between them. ***** It was the day before the invitation to the young queen's dinner. Emily was reading her book in the library as she was just done with her knitting and playing the pianoforte. She was smiling until the butler was knocking on the door. "Milady, there is someone to meet you," he said as she was closing the door before she was smoothing her skirts. "Who was it?" She asked the butler before she was looking at the skirts that rustled behind the butler as Emily was looking at the most beautiful woman that she ever saw in her life. Emily was speechless before the butler wa

I say and then I clumsily extend my hand, “Sorry, I am Emily Millers and I am new here.” “Elise Walker! And I am not new here!” She shakes hands with me and giggles. “So, you are looking for the library? Anything particular book?” She asks as we both now start walking towards what I don’t know, I just follow her. “Umm..actually the professor asked to write about a poet and I want to find kind of a Biography or Autobiography!” I reply showing seriousness.

_ Emily Collins is a young brilliant woman who started her business from scratch with the help of her two bestfriends and with a thick and heavy past behind her, she's doing good— as good as she can be with a little baby boy. But sometimes, our devil's like to play and come into light. Join Emily on a whirl wind of emotions as she tries to uncover her horrible past by opening old wounds, allowing them to breath and to finally heal.

They blinked awake, bodies heavy but hearts lighter, the weight of their pasts loosening. Henry sat up, his voice steady. “Dave, you need to meet Matilde. Veteran actress, retired, runs a workshop. She’s brutal...stern, no bullshit...but if she sees talent, she’ll pour everything into making your star shine.” Dave’s brow rose. “How do you know her?” Henry smirked. “Got an earful when we shot my music video. She said I had no acting chops. She’s Jamal’s colleague, knows her stuff.” He handed Carla a worn business card. “Reach out. Get Dave a slot.”

It just so happened that Emily was an avid reader and loved books just as much as Juniper obviously did. So Emily started going in the store and buying books or checking books out from the library section. She and Juniper would speak, but that was about it at first. But then one day Emily asked her about a particular book she was wanting.. a book that happened to be Juniper’s favorite. They got to talking about it and realized they both liked the same sort of stories.

When Damon brought up the topic of my books I was scared as hell. I wondered if he came across my dark unholy novels, but fortunately the one he found was a light hearted funny novella. "Hmmm, is that all to it? I see you added bookmarks to some pages, are they..." I turned red instantly, "You asked me to tell you about the book right? Let me, why are you interrupting me?" I stated cutting him short. "Okay princess, go ahead." My lips spread into a smile as I told him all about the book, "So, the female lead is Emily, she just got out of an abusive marriage with nothing and then she crosses paths with this kid in danger and then she saves his life..."

Annoyed, Emily cursed under her breath, threw her phone down, and disconnected the call. Bored and feeling a bit hungry, she grabbed something to eat and planned to borrow some books on stocks and financing from the library. Dressed simply in an army green vintage bomber jacket, black high-waisted jeans, and Doc Martens, with her hair loosely draped over her shoulders, Emily looked effortlessly cool and beautiful. She grabbed a canvas bag for the books. The library was adjacent to the exhibition hall. After borrowing books, Emily didn't leave the library but walked through the glass corridor into the exhibition hall, planning to exit through the south door, the shortest route back to her dor

News agencies and journalists crowd outside the gates, cameras flashing nonstop. I am arranging desserts on a side table when Emily Walton herself walks over. She looks stunning in her emerald gown, even more beautiful up close. I freeze for a second, but she smiles warmly at me. “Sarah, right?” she says, her voice kind and confident. “I’ve heard so much about you. You are the maid that Henry loves the most.” Emily turns to Alice with the same friendly energy. “And you must be Alice. I still can’t believe you hit that moving target from eight hundred meters. You have to teach me sometime.”