Emilia Salt To The Sea Novels & Stories

“Are ya probably going across the sea, madam?” Emery nodded. “I am heading to the Varmore Empire. Is there a ship going there?” “Aye! The largest one, of course. My ship! If you want to avail the best hospitality while aboard, you will only have to pay a hundred gold coins! The cheapest among the cheapest!” Emery’s jaw almost dropped at how expensive it was and yet the man still said that it was the cheapest. But before she could make an impulsive decision, she eyed the man with her sharp glare.

I tried to scream but my captor’s hands were tight against my mouth and nose making it even hard to breathe. Emilia came close to me. Her eyes lit up with malice. "So goodbye Zora. I'll be sure to give your love to Tyler.” And with that, Emilia’s lover flipped me to the edge of the cliff and with a kick, he sent me spiraling down into a river of darkness.

He’d already heard strange stories of screaming, and exploding CD players, from a very nervous Cochran over a few beers at the Salty Sea Dog that evening. Now Bishop’s Cragg approached, a small land mass in a vast, wavering seascape. Lucas and Emily were with her of course, neither of her companions prepared to leave her to go on without them. Lucas was hunched over a bucket as his stomach bucked and rolled in time with the ocean. ‘The day can only get better, right?’ he groaned. ‘Hang in there, Lucas,’ Beatrice said offering comfort by rubbing his shoulders. ‘We’re about to get off.’

she demanded but Emilia just smiled. “I will love to see you try…. Don't forget Fredrick Comfrey is the man I am married to… an ant indeed going up against an elephant.” Katleen shivered, fear engulfing her but she smiled, keeping her cool. “Let's see just how far he will protect you.” Emilia smiles. She was not worried, far from it; she was certain not only she but Fredrick was capable of protecting himself “A piece of advice from an elder sister. Do not play with fire for it will burn you.”

Emma’s POV The beach stretched endlessly before me, its beauty overshadowed by the hollow pit of fear tightening in my chest. Jason was still missing, and each passing moment without him felt like an eternity. The search party combed the sand, their voices calling his name. Jeff’s hand lingered on my arm, a quiet anchor to keep me steady, but even his strength was waning. Anna clung to my side, her tiny fingers clutching my shirt, her tear-streaked face buried against me. I brushed her hair with trembling fingers, whispering reassurances that felt more like prayers.

Bethy Hillstorm* It's a clear bright sunny day and the roaring sounds of propeller and metal blades coming to life are filling the area. I settle comfortably in my seat with Emilio beside me his arms draped around my shoulders. Today, we will be getting back after a week of stay here at the island.

Marcus waits until Garrett disappears back to the office before he turns to me and grabs me by the crook of my elbow and pulls me back to the staircase. We are completely silent until we get to my room. When he opens the door, he holds it open for me, and then steps inside, quietly shutting it behind him. "How did this happen, Emilia?" I ask her softly. "I don't know what I did wrong. It's just a vase, isn't it?" "No, Emilia. It isn’t just a vase. It's an urn. It...it contains the remains of Leila, his first mate."

She didn’t answer, just kept munching on a pickle dipped in caramel I'd imported from South America because, apparently, the ones in Italy were too salty. “I don’t want to talk about it, Raffael,” she sighed. I watched her take another bite. Emilia didn’t even like caramel. Now she was drowning her pickles in it. I drew in a slow breath, holding onto the last thread of my patience. It was wearing thin. “Emilia,” I said again. She arched a brow at me slow and deliberate before sliding another pickle between her lips. My gaze followed the movement before I could stop myself. She bit down lazily, caramel clinging to the corner of her mouth. Then she licked it off unhurried, almost absentminded.

The crowd erupted into an uproar. "How could such a person be qualified to be a professor? He's truly the scum of the academic world!" "So, he's a leech living off his wife? I get it now." Arlo trembled as his face turned crimson. Simone's face was even paler. She hugged Hayden and curled up into a ball, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

CHAPTER 28: (Brighton) The wind off the English Channel was a living thing—sharp, salty, and insistent, whipping Keira’s hair into a frenzy and turning Emma’s cheeks a rosy pink. She stood on the pebbled beach, her hands shoved deep in the pockets of her new duffle coat, and watched Marcus and Emma race toward the surf, their laughter snatched away by the gale.