Emilee Book Novels & Stories

That was all. Nothing more. I convinced myself of that and got out of bed. I needed water. The hallway was dark when I stepped outside. I had barely reached the stairs when I noticed a light underneath the library door. I frowned. Who was awake? I pushed the door open. Emilia stood near one of the bookshelves. She had a notebook in her hands. She immediately closed it when she saw me. “What are you doing?” She startled. “Nothing.” I raised an eyebrow.

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."

***** Hey, my dear readers! Thank you—truly—for walking this journey with me and for embracing the world of Emilia and Maximus. From the very first chapter to this moment, your love, comments, and encouragement have meant more to me than words can express. Emilia’s path was never easy. She was tested, wounded, doubted, and pushed to her limits—but through resilience, courage, and love, she rose. Watching her grow, fight back, and claim her happiness alongside Maximus has been an honor, and sharing that journey with you has made it even more special.

she began, voice low and wistful, “there was a girl with nothing. No money. No direction. Just pain, broken dreams, and a heart too full to be noticed.” Maxine sat up now, curious. “Did she have a crown?” “No,” Emilia smiled. “She had calloused hands and a job she hated. But she also had books. And a stubborn spark that wouldn’t let her stop dreaming.” “Then what?” Emilio asked. “Then she met a beast.” Maxine’s eyes widened. “A real beast? Like growl and claws?” “Worse,” Emilia teased. “He had walls higher than towers and scars deeper than any wound. He was angry and lost and wore suits that fit too well.”

Narrator’s POV— A week passed and Emily and her mom Sella Miller have settled down in Odessa. Sella has even joined a local boutique as a cashier. Emily has been having these dreams which have only got more and more vivid! She thought many times to wander in the woods but thinking of what unknown dangers might be hiding out there for her, she refrained from doing so, until this Saturday morning---- “Emily! Get your things packed for Monday. Your text books, stationaries, dress…whatever you will need on Monday!” Sella chirps happily while eating breakfast with Emily.

I began flipping through the pages the way I saw Austin do the other day. The air around was filled with dust, making me cough loudly. The book was old and worn out. Its edges were folded and stuck together. I unfolded them to enable me to flip through. I stopped at every drawing I saw and studied each of them carefully. There were lots of marks, all from the extinct wolves. Why would the mark on Emilia's body be here? She is a full-blooded human; why then did she possess a wolf's mark, extinct or not? I was almost done flipping through it, and yet it wasn't there.

Brandon I can't believe I'm putting bedsheets over my couch for Emilie Olsson. She is the biggest loser this town has ever seen. She was bullied in middle school and made fun of in high school...now she is a freshman in college, and nothing much has changed. Why? Because the little freak won't speak. I don't understand why. Emilie isn't mute, yet she never defends herself when the girls trip her in the campus corridors. It's fucked up.

“But watch him. Closely.” A warm breeze drifted through the open windows of Dante’s estate. Afternoon sunlight spilled onto the marble floors and filtered into Emilia’s room, where she sat cross-legged on the plush rug, a leather-bound book about wolves and witches open in her lap. Her fingers lazily stroked Mochi’s soft fur as the cat lay curled beside her, its breathing slow and peaceful. Despite the stillness around her, Emilia’s mind was a whirlwind. Every page she turned in the book felt like a reminder of how little she truly knew. About witches. About werewolves. About herself.

This sounds so interesting, what is the title of the novel, so I can go get it at the bookshop. “ It's not a novel, it's actually my true life story.” Emilia spouted. “Oh gosh! So bad buddy, then what are you trying to do now?” Micah asked as if she's well concerned about her predicament. “According to the clans, since they chose me, then I should carry the torch.” Emilia says. “ Carry the torch?” Micah asked and twisted her fist in fury. “Yes I will just carry the torch, alright we are the event centre so, have your seat. I thought you said you were going to serve me some drinks.”

Riley repeated, visibly confused. “Oh. Cole,” Emelia corrected with a soft laugh. “We were best friends.” Riley immediately shot me a look that practically screamed so the cold genius can actually form friendships. “I’m also a final-year computer science student,” Emelia added. Riley clapped lightly afterward, almost like she was intentionally trying to cut through the tension thickening the room. “Well, before I introduce myself,” Riley said as she stood, “I need to say this first. You’re seriously beautiful, and your hair stays so perfectly in place. My bangs could never.”