Em Forster Novel Novels & Stories

"No, silly. I read erotic books and imagine you're the male lead." "Really?" Austin's curiosity was piqued. "Which book are you reading now?" "It's called 'White desires.' It's about a woman who falls for her best friend's brother. The scenes are so steamy, and I can't help but picture you in them." Austin laughed, feeling flattered and amused. "Well, I'm glad I can keep you entertained even when I'm not around." Emery's smile turned wistful. "It's not just entertainment. It helps me cope with loneliness. I imagine us in those scenes, and it makes me feel closer to you. I wish I could just divorce my husband and marry you instead."

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..."

Emily's POV; Mr Hamilton said, "At eleven, I was sent to a foster care after my parents passed away. Even though my family is pretty big, no one took me and I was left to fend for myself in foster care. After six months of being on my own, I saw you. You looked lost and someone took advantage of it and bullied you. Colton and his friends. I saw and walked away. But one night, I saw you looking at the moon like it's the only thing in the world with you. The next day, I stood for you against Colton to make you realise that there's another person in this world too. Since then, you started tagging along with me wherever I go. We started eating and playing together. The orphanage which felt like

Every corner is in black except the bed sheets and it makes the atmosphere appear gloomy and moody in an Emerson Ford style. There are shelves of books on one side and a desk next to the shelves. A smile climbs on my face as I look back to Emerson before looking back at the shelves – Ford never strikes me as a guy who enjoys reading and it comes as a surprise that he has books with him. I gnaw on my lips as I move from the bed and take quiet steps to the other side. I pick up a book and my eyes widen barely at the cover and the label. Looking through the shelves, the rest are novels too— both old and new. Who could have thought Emerson Ford read novels? Romance ones to be exact.

** That night, while she finally slept beside me, my burner phone lit up with a message from one of my inside men. NKNOWN: Novik is moving. Tomorrow night. He wants her. Alive. My blood ran cold. I looked at Emery sleeping, curled into herself like something delicate. They wanted her alive? That meant they wanted leverage. And no one—no one—used Emery Sinclair against me and lived to tell the story.

I lost my concentration fuck, it is too disturbing to keep staring at the cleavages, but I have to act as a man in her presence, so we move to the corner of the shelf where history books are stacked and rare to check. Emily has been focused since we entered the library, concentrating on her project that she didn't even spare me a glance, not to speak to me, which makes me upset with her. I lost my temper because I had to speak to her. Why are you so down to earth? Guess what her reply was, Bro I have to act fast because I don't want to miss the club today, "she said." Look at this bitch, when a perfect man like me is dying to fuck the hell out of her, to shoot my bullet inside her pussy hole

But no matter how much she convinced herself, Emery hated that idea. As she spent her afternoon trying to forget about her fluctuating emotions, Lady Emily returned to the Eldford Hall where they were assigned to stay for the rest of their stay in the empire. She looked around the mansion and couldn’t help but admire how everything was so beautifully different compared to the royal palaces in the eastern continent. Only then, she stumbled upon a knight whom she remembered to be the one called Castor. She curtsied before him. “Sir Castor, is the king already in his quarters?” she asked.

Beginning of Book 2 Emory I close my bedroom door gingerly, trying to make the least amount of noise possible. I do think it’s ridiculous that I have to sneak around the castle which I have come to see as my new home. Even when I was a prisoner here, I hadn’t had to be this careful with how I moved around. Much has changed since the first time I walked into this ancient and foreboding fortress.

Emily Foster: I woke up early in the arms of the man I love and smiled. He has done so much for me, walked away from the luxurious life he was born in, just so that he can be with us in peace and share the love and care only. I haven't returned him with a proper favor for what he has done until now, which is why I have planned a couple of things and really wish that he likes them. I kissed his forehead and slipped out of the bed and his arms as quietly as possible because I didn't want to wake him up. He looked so peaceful in his sleep and I don't want to take that away. He has been working really hard, and barely taking care of himself.

I need to make my move fast, this is my game and I'll set every rule and win every game. Steve slammed the glass on the table and sneered "You are mine to fuck and mine to ruin Miss. Emily Stefano Rossi." .......... Emily Pov: Emily sat alone on the balcony, the night sky stretching out before her like a vast canvas dotted with stars. She wrapped herself in a shawl, seeking solace in its warmth as memories of Axel flooded her mind. Axel, His name, like a refrain, echoed in her thoughts, a constant reminder of the love they had shared. She couldn't forget him, no matter how hard she tried. His face, etched in her memory, remained as vivid as ever.