Emilee Book Novels & Stories

From my fingers to my toes, they were all carefully plated. Several wealthy elites in their fifties and sixties—men and women—sat around the table, picking up the ceviche from my body and tasting it. Sometimes, they would poke at me with their forks. Humiliation burned through me. I wanted to fight back, but my limbs were weak. “This one’s not bad,” an old man with pockmarked skin said as he licked his fork. “He’s just a bit too skinny.” “But the people who sent him here said he’s untouched. If he’s clean, he’s worth every penny.”

MATTEO I sat back in my chair, Emily’s file still open in front of me. Pages of her life, her records, her achievements. Everything about her was detailed, too detailed. Clean for a lady like her. No wonder they sent her after men like me. I hated to admit it… but she was good at her job. Too good. My phone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was Dominic. I picked it up immediately. “Talk to me.”

“Who gave it to you?” “I don’t ask questions I want to live through.” His gaze dropped. “Please. Don’t say my name.” Before she could press him, he slipped out, the lock clicking shut again. Emilia stared at the book in her hands. The cover was plain leather, scuffed from years of handling. No title, no crest. Just a weight that felt heavier than its size. Her hands shook as she opened it. Inside, page after page of tight, slanted writing filled the ledger. Names. Numbers. Sums owed and sums paid. Her eyes skimmed frantically, searching for meaning—until her own name leaped from the page.

HER RETURN [ Mission find daddy for mummy] Diana D. Chapter 66: Striking resemblance " Mama, can Aunty Emily take us to the park later since you would be going out for work? " Brelle pouted, and I almost smacked her mouth to keep quiet. It's been two days, and Emilia has refused to leave my house, not like I wanted her to leave anyways, but she is still here because she's curreny on the run, from her newly wedded groom__ Ace.

“Alright, let’s see what kind of stuff you read.” “Liam—” “Oh wow, this guy just gazed into her stormy eyes,” I say, smirking as I skim the text. “His grip tightened on her waist, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered—” Emilia lunges for the book, her face burning. “Stop.” I hold it out of reach, chuckling. “What? This is quality content.” “Give it back.” I grin. “You want me to read out loud? Might really help with the distraction.”

"I'd like to hear your feedback on the black cover book next to you." Suddenly Emily turned to the side. Take the book that Rey said on the bottom shelf. "This one?" he asked lifting the book up. Rey just nodded. Let Emily explore the book from start to finish. Seeing the annoyance on Emily's face made Rey couldn't help but smile. "Why are you still keeping this?" Emily asked, struggling to contain her irritation. How come? Rey said she would forget about Alessia but, that guy still keep a picture book which contains a picture of Alessia's face which fulfills

Chapter 1: The Phoenix Rises Emilia's eyes snapped open, her gaze piercing through the darkness. The memories came flooding back, like a tidal wave crashing against the shores of her mind. The fire, the screams, the feeling of helplessness as her world burned to ashes. She rose from the bed, her movements fluid and calculated. The past was etched on her face, a map of scars and determination. Emilia's gaze fell upon the mirror, and for a moment, she saw the girl she once was – innocent, naive, and full of hope.

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.

Nicolas and Dustin crawl over to Jocelyn and sit by her. “Are we seeing the starting of possible mate bonds?” Samuel says. “It’s a high probability.” Chris states. We start to explain to them what has been going on. We start with Emerald and her history. Marcel and Samuel explain about her family. I can see the looks of anger on their faces. I tell them about everything we have learned and that just when we think we have shit figured out; we are thrown a new plot twist. After our explanation, the room is quiet except for the little ones who are playing. I don’t think I have ever seen Emyria sit still this long. I am just about to say something when we all receive a mind link saying t

There was no way he'd be able to calm himself down when she was right in front of him. "Mr. Carlisle? Are you busy?" Emelie asked sweetly. She had an innocent smile on her face, and her striking green eyes were wide and hopeful. She was breathtaking. "No, I have a...umm...how can I help you?" he asked, clearing his throat. Emelie removed her backpack and plopped down in the seat in front of his desk. She crossed her legs as she reached into her folder, seemingly unaware of the way her tiny plaid skirt slid up her toned thighs.