Novel & Cerita Book Lovers Emily Henry

*Gasp* I opened my eyes , and it was still midnight , but why am I crying? it because of the dream , I don't remember what he said , but I do know , he knows about me the real me . he ended his sentence with my name'EMILY'. that's my name in my previous world. Who is he ? he is not from my previous world , because his attire surely represents this world. I know all the main characters . but why I feel I'm missing something very important plot of this novel.

Casting the library in a semi glow. At one corner stood a desk. A floor-length window behind it flocked by heavy drapes and hinting at the outside. A solitary single brass candlestick on the desk. Emily walked over to the first shelf with careful steps and felt the familiar comfort of a library wash over her. She took in a huge breath and ran her fingers over the rows of thick covers. Her glove clad hand settling on one, and she pulled it out and held it close to her chest. Then she turned and started towards the desk with weak steps trying not to think of her dilemma but it came pouring in any way. ~~~~~~

My eyes were on her chestnuts hair, shining in the soft artificial lights as it fell on loosely around Her shoulders. "Why is Emalia back? Henry ... Don't tell me you want her back " She is one out of few who address me only by my name. I didn't say any words for a while as i Continue to stare at her intensely without blinking." No 'I said finally. After a long moment, she relaxed a little and smiled at me. "I'm sorry i bring her up, i met her a while ago in the hallway and i thought..." "Enough Paris , if your visit today is to talk about a woman who had cheated on me with my brother then i would as well ask you to leave " i told her harshly. She shuddered in fear as she saw my eyes fl

The fire crackled in the hearth, casting shifting shadows across the glass floors and naked bodies still marked by sweat and friction. Emily sat curled in a leather armchair, her bare skin glistening with the remnants of pleasure, legs pulled up lazily beneath her. Her hair was damp against her shoulders, her lips swollen from kisses not given in love but in dominance. The flickering firelight bathed her body in a gold-red hue, making her look like something forged in the heart of the blaze. A tablet rested in her lap, casting a cooler glow. On the screen: chaos. BREAKING: George Kings Accused of Bigamy — Shocking Revelation of Secret Second Marriage

Han replied, “But her parents think she’s mad.” “Elara was the first person to talk about the pot, the thread of life. I believe she can help us.” “In this storm?” Leia asked. “Yes, you read the writing of this book, right?” I asked, handing the tome back to her. “We need to act fast. I need to know where to find the witch.” Randolph stepped forward. “I would join Emily in keeping watch over Princess Emily.” A smile flickered across my face. “Thank you, Randolph.”

She laughed and gave me a soft punch on the arm. "We'll see about that," she replied. She held up her book and opened it so I could read the cover. It was a romance novel by a British author named Anne Bradstreet. "Anne Bradstreet?" I asked in surprise. I'd never actually seen the book but I remember Emily mentioning it one day when I was asking her why she loved books so much. "Yep," she confirmed with a grin. "Do you like it?" I shrugged and turned away. "It looks interesting," I admitted, "but I don' know if I would read it myself."

ISABELLA The reception is loud in the way expensive things always are—curated, choreographed, relentless. Aurelia has had her hand at my elbow for the past forty minutes, steering me from one cluster of guests to the next like I am something she has just acquired and cannot wait to show. This is Isabella, Dante's wife. She is lovely, isn't she? Every smile I give costs me something. Every nod. Every gracious thank you for the congratulations I didn't ask for.

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

MATTEO The soft hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound in my office. The room smelled of old whiskey and leather—familiar, yet suffocating tonight. My hands were clasped together under my chin as I stared at nothing. Thinking. Always thinking. Emily Thompson was still alive. I didn’t need proof, I could feel it. People like her don’t just vanish into smoke, they hide, and they run. But I won't stop chasing. The loud sound of a knock on the door dragged me out of my thoughts. I glared at Dominic as he walked his way towards my desk, looking like he had just handled two brutal cases in less than thirty minutes.

"We'll see," Emily said as she stood up, not bothering to put her clothes back on. Instead, she stood in front of Henry with a seductive smile and said, "What do you think of my body?" Henry was speechless and quickly closed his eyes. Yet, her perfect body remained etched in his mind. Emily felt even more delighted as Henry closed his eyes. She giggled. "You're bleeding from your nose!" "What?" Henry opened his eyes instinctively. However, he found Emily crouching down, bringing her body closer, making everything even clearer.