Novel & Cerita Emerson Books

Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.

How did my phone end up here? Mother hurried forward and snatched the phone away. “This is outrageous! What is Jacob trying to do? This is Ralph’s wedding. He’s clearly trying to cause a scene! What an ungrateful wretch! Even his gift brings bad luck!” Father was even more direct. He grabbed the phone and raised it, about to smash it to the ground. “Throw it away! I don’t want it ruining Ralph’s wedding!” I let out a self-mocking laugh. It seemed they didn’t even know I was dead. Or maybe the moment they sent me to that island, they had decided I was as good as dead.

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.

***** Author's Note: Next chapter will be the last one. I've been working on a book called "Love Amongst the Shadows" it's in the same universe as these stories and eventually those characters will meet with these. You should be able to find it in the app in the next couple of weeks. I will be working on a book for Eric and Lucy after I finish that one. I hope you've enjoyed Ember's story and I hope you continue to read my books! I really appreciate all your support!!

He wasn’t sure if he should stand in line and wait his turn, or just wait for her to finish. With his resolve firmly in place, he got out of the truck, and walked to the bookstore. The clear glass held displays of children’s books, and Emerson’s book was right there, staring at him. A little deeper in the store, Emerson sat behind a table with a long line of people waiting for her to sign their books. Her hair was lighter now, back to her original color. It was longer, too. He couldn’t look away, and he had no idea how long he stood outside that store.

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

I told him one afternoon, reading one of his letters. Elijah was sitting next to me, with one hand on my belly. “Emmett has included a reading plan for the first year,” he said with amusement. “What books?” I asked, frowning. “Inter-tribe political history, an introduction to defensive strategy, and illustrated animal stories,” Elijah said with amusement. “At least he added some stories,” I muttered sarcastically. “The note says they’re meant to be a break between serious topics,” Elijah said seriously. I brought a hand to my face.

They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."

"A freaking coffee shop?" Emily screeched over the call. "You've got to be kidding me." "No, Em, I consider it worthy. You would have loved it if you were here. It's still growing, but I'm so proud," Calista replied, holding her phone firmly while walking out of her portable office in the coffee shop.

The complete volume of the World Almanac on the top row, varying books about business and commerce on the middle, and a compilation of untitled white leather-bound books on the bottom. The white books caught my attention quickly. Weird. It looked specifically custom-made. I was almost tempted to open one of them when I found a familiar-looking book placed singularly at the far corner of the shelf. It was bound using black lamb skin. The title written on the spine made me frown as I read it. ‘The God’s Emerald Eyes.’