Em Forster Novel Novels & Stories

There was no need to stay any longer. The journey to the Frost mansion was... slow. Too slow, but I finally got there, and I practically ran toward the building. "I'm Crystal Shawn. I'm referred by Lady Clara. I want to be a cleaner here," I introduced myself to the lady who came to welcome me. It was written in the paper that I should say that. The lady smiled beautifully and nodded at me, "Nice to meet you, Miss Crystal Shawn. I'm Kate, Madam Frost' assistant. Come with me, please," She led the way, and I followed after her.

Ava's POV: I picked out a thick leather bound book from the shelf. Its black rough surface was covered with dust. Wiping it with my palm, I looked at the title. Senex Animarum. Once again, I felt the frustration gripping my insides. Every single book in this place was filled with a language I didn't know. I should've taken French this semester. But this language looked nowhere near French. I opened the book and looked at the worn out dust-filled pages. There were diagrams. And foreign words.

I walk over towards the bed when I hear a little whimper. “What is wrong, little princess?” I asked. I picked up little Emyria, and she opened her big green eyes and looked at me. Devon and I were hooked the moment we saw her. We both know that we are already wrapped around her tiny little fingers, and we are perfectly fine with this. I sit down by Devon and hand her to him. “She is so fucking perfect.” Devon states. “She is and she is ours,” I replied. “I think you love her more than me.” Emerald comments.

Emma Here we are, ladies and gentlemen in Santorini, Greece. A beautiful destination; for honeymoon or anything to be honest—due to Emery wanting his freedom and some time off from his duties, he told his mother that we're going on our honeymoon. Yes, on our honeymoon.

Waddled up to the door of the Victorian on the bend. Their life seemed perfect. I suppose I was wrong. In any case, the Fosters were inseparable—even when she got older. They would waltz around town laughing; sit at cafes looking like someone ought to be photographing them for a perfume campaign. And it stayed that way for a while, mind you. Until Chloe climbed out from a Taxi—and this I saw through my kitchen window.

he replied, raising his arms in a defeated gesture, "It's a confusing situation to be in." "Okay, here's the thing," Pam said calmly, "Emily has always loved her freedom. She is like a wild mustang that doesn't want to be tamed. She needs to run free. Unfortunately, the very first guy she dated in high school was... guess who?" "Josh?" Byron asked, his anger for the stalker re-igniting. "Ding-ding-ding. Correct!" Pam said.

She had said. And Ethan? She didn't know what happened to him. She had thought he was adopted, but when she found the note that was beside her dead mother, she was shocked beyond words. Words couldn't describe how she felt after reading the note. In the note Ethan left, it read, 'Don't Always Think That Everyone Wishes You Well. This Is Only The Beginning'. It was written with blood smeared on the paper. She couldn't understand what was happening. She tried comforting herself that it wasn't Ethan, but his handwriting was there bold and clear.

Either way, Francis makes it a point to check in on me every single day, even though he doesn't have to. ​It is one of the kindest acts I've ever witnessed from another person, so pure and natural that it gives me hope in this fucked-up world. Francis is happily married and has two daughters who absolutely adore him; he has a full life and a home. He doesn't need to call me like I'm his own child, but he does. He took me under his wing in a weird yet perfect relationship that I wouldn't give up for anything in the world.

Ember Canen happily agreed. Sigh, saying that was to save face. What would she do there while they were enjoying their couple time? "Not going anywhere," Miss Forger said, gnawing on her finger. "Are you hungry?" Seeing Fiona Forger gnawing her finger, Ember Canen laughed and asked. "Stupid!" Miss Forger glared at her. "I want to eat candy." "There doesn't seem to be any in the house." Ember Canen thought seriously for a moment and replied.

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..."