Emilee Book Novels & Stories

Always. Hotel garage swallowed my SUV, shadows friendlier now, Beretta heavy in purse. The elevator climbed, the suite waiting like a confessional. I stripped the emerald suit, shower scalding away blood and scent, but his touch clung—wrist pulse jumped under phantom thumb. Water traced my athletic frame, mahogany skin flushing, full lips parting on a gasp as memory twisted: his cage, breath hot, deal sealed in proximity's fire.

Emilia POV Today was my first day at Willowbrook High School, the most prestigious school. My heart pounded with excitement and my nerves tensed up as I walked across the campus of Willowbrook with my school bag hanging on my broad shoulders. My name is Emilia, a half-witch and half-wolf Luna, which was deemed a curse in the entire wolven world. This school has always been my dream. I had always longed to be a part of the school. I examined the school buildings; it was fascinating and well-decorated, living up to its name.

I knew the Itah clan were good at keeping their weight, but this was amusing. In everything, Emilia cleared her throat as the others gathered what was inside the luggage bag next to Emmy. I stayed looking in between them and then stood to collect my letters sent from the gentleman and Irvan. To which I was pleasantly surprised to hear Emilia ask me, “Allow us to read our letters, then you can read yours, and perhaps we can decipher if they have words of adoration or not, shall we?” I nodded in excitement at this exchange.

Honestly, she isn’t surprised to hear Emily’s mother wasn’t a saint. “Emilia hated her life, envious of the rich people whose houses she cleaned. Can’t blame her, though. Imagine struggling to survive while those people spent your monthly salary on a single lunch.” Aunt Gilda wipes Cassie’s face with the pads. Cassie still can’t wrap her head around it. Is Aunt Gilda pulling her leg or something? “Anyway, let me cut to the chase.” Gilda continues, dabbing her skin. “Miriam said one day Emilia disappeared for months. Then she came back to the neighborhood as…” Aunt Gilda suddenly stops talking.

But I jumped the last three stages simultaneously. The living room was empty. Too empty. The kids weren't there. Not Liam. Not Mira. Not Nora. Only the blue book was on the ground. Opened. And before that was a little boy. About eight years old. Wet. Barefoot. With amber eyes. He turned to me. It was Emil. But older. Not the Emil from above. Another. The one from the first loop. He kept the ribs as if he had pain. And said gorging:

**Emilia** I ran my fingers gently over the photograph. Though faded, it still captured the essence of a beautiful woman and, more strikingly, a genuinely happy Damien. For the first time, I had a face to put to the mysterious Elena. One small piece of the puzzle, at least. With a last lingering glance, I carefully tucked the photo back into the book and resumed reading, quickly becoming engrossed in the story. Hours slipped by unnoticed. When I finally looked up, the sun was already setting, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and pink. I'd been so absorbed in the memoir that I'd lost all track of time.

And she crumped up her paper to show that she was finished. "Does anyone have any questions for Emily about the book she selected?" Ms. Reeds asked. Her smile was somewhat less bright. No one raised a hand, so she asked, "Where does the story take place? Where is its setting?" "The forest," Emily said. "On a river. The river is where they go rafting." "Were there any other memorable characters in it? Besides the girl and the dog?" "No," Emily said. "Oh, there's a bear. A grizzly bear. I guess I forgot to mention him."

Unfortunately, Gabe wasn’t feeling half as good as he should, especially when Emiline might still be in danger. * * * * The next afternoon, Emmie visited with her mother in Mrs. Winterbourne’s flower garden. Emmie and her mother sat at one of the decorative tables sipping tea, enjoying the fresh air. A warm wind blew against her cheek, stirring a lock of hair against her skin. It didn’t bother her. She vowed not to let menial things disturb her any longer. Life was too important to waste being upset or sad. She glanced across the yard to the road on the other side of the fence. Not many people walked by today, but then she had noticed this part of town wasn’t as busy as the inn where the Cra

Once Don and Claire know we have not returned, they will get Grandpa for help. I stretched to ease my aching body. I sway my hips and bend my back to give it a crack. Sleeping on banana leaves over sand isn't exceptionally comfortable. I used Rex's arm as a pillow, which probably made him sore. I never knew sleeping on the ground could be this uncomfortable. I think Rex has no issue since he experienced it once. I wonder about the others. Logan, Liam, and Seth share Rex's experience. Effie and Lily, I'm most concerned about this since this is their first time. Terry probably had the experience as well, since she travels a lot, and sleeping on the ground isn't the worst thing she's done.

He clicked on his most recent Word document, updated the day before, and scrolled to the top page before motioning for Emmie to come closer. She did, inching toward him and making sure the flowy summer dress she was wearing didn’t roll up too much. As her eyes focused on the screen, Ramsay carefully lay there, waiting for her reaction. They widened the moment she saw a catchy title with the words ‘a novel by R. Jones’. “No way,” Emmie exhaled, scrolling to the foreword and reading the few words that started it, already knowing this book was something most people would need a dictionary for (if their parents didn’t work as journalists). “You write!”