Emily Bennett Book Novels & Stories

He didn’t argue. “Alright,” Denovon said after a pause. “But if it gets too hard, let me know.” Emily gave a small nod. “Okay.” They continued eating. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt… quiet. Safe. Later that evening, after she’d finished eating, Emily went to her room. She showered, changed into a comfortable long silk gown, and stepped into her walk-in closet to pick her hair bonnet. When she stepped back into the bedroom, she froze.

As the thud of the heavy leather hit the floor and echoed throughout the endless room, books started flying off the shelves, pages fluttering towards me in a whirl of turbulence, surrounding me like a twister. An abundant amount of words flamed from each page that quivered like a feather as it blew around me. The words; burned their sacred information into my eyes, soaking up each and every paragraph and phrase, a fountain of knowledge hurling itself at me and my wolf, consuming me and etching their distinct meaning into my very consciousness. And amongst the fluttering fury surrounding me, I saw Kellen, watching. “Miss. Langley, would you care to answer the question?” huh? I had tuned every

Bennett had been questioned about his choice of a life partner and he simply said he wanted someone from the high society like he was,someone from a wealthy family whose social status will equally strengthen his. So why will he go against his perfectly planned-out life? “There’s more,sir.” “More?” “His wife was a maid at Madam Valentina’s house.” Caleb smirked finally getting the picture. He knew that marriage wasn’t real at all. Now he just had to get concrete evidence on what his mother and Bennett had going on. Seems he would have to pay his mother a visit. ******************** *MALIYAH* After being in this room for two days,scared to face Bennett.I finally stopped being fearful about wha

"I'm kidding. Mostly. Call him." Olivia hung up. Emma looked at her phone. She didn't call him. Not yet. --- At 2:00 PM, Emma sat on a park bench and read. The book was about a woman who left her job and traveled the world. She climbed mountains. She swam in oceans. She fell in love with a stranger in a foreign country. Emma closed the book. That's not me, she thought. I don't want to climb mountains. I don't want to fall in love with a stranger.

a familiar voice purred sweetly in my ear her soft warm tongue against the lobe,licking it. I replaced the bottle to the low glass table and angled my head to look at the striking red head who seductively sat down,her short dress riding up, flimsy, white lace panties exposed. Victoria Steinberg the woman whom I nicknamed Flame as a result of her Ginger coloured hair, like a flame the popular Bad Magazine model whom I had dated in the past. However even now, we still hooked up from time to time, despite the fact that I detested her leech like attitude.

Another one named Jeremy came in with a bright smile. He was a beautiful lad. He had orange hair, brown bright gazes…. Why does Landon have such beautiful people around him? Are they actually his friends? They seem like individuals from rich families and he seemed a lot happier around them. He came to me with a handshake. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Jeremy.” I handshake him as well. “I’m Larisa. It’s nice to meet you too.” Everyone was so freaking nice to me. They all kept practicing for what I couldn’t clearly understand.

Boy loses Girl Emily flipped through the well worn pages of the book, it had some words underlined, and some commentary written under some lines. She flipped for a while and decided to return the book when a white envelope fell out from the book onto her feet. Emily stooped down to pick the time-worn envelope, the paper yellowed and brittled with age. The script on the front was unfamiliar, a looping masculine hand that whispered a past life, but it had her name scribbled in front.

“You think threatening me is just some game?” She blinked, her expression confused. “What are you talking about?” “Don’t play dumb!” I stepped forward, my fists clenched. “You sent that photo. You wrote that note.” Emily’s mouth fell open, then closed again. For a second, she looked almost confused, almost innocent. Then it slipped away. Her face twisted, her eyes narrowed. “You really think someone like you belongs in Bennett’s life?” she spat, her voice full of venom. I stared at her, willing myself not to show how much her words cut.

I sat in the corner, hunched over my laptop, the flash drive clenched in my fist like a trigger. I hesitated before plugging it in. Part of me already knew this wouldn’t be something I could unsee. The drive had one folder. /EMILY/ Inside were three files. Audio_Log_06.m4a July_14_CamFootage.mp4 Letter_To_Caitlin.docx That last one hit me like a brick. Letter to Caitlin. I never met her. Not once. I only knew Emily from Dylan’s stories. From the quiet grief in his voice when he mentioned her. From the wedding photos still shoved in a box in our closet. She was a ghost in my life. Beautiful, Tragic and Untouchable.

I said and then he went to attend a patient. I looked around the room, my eyes immediately spotted a little girl lying on one of the bed. I had never had siblings. When I was younger I had always yearned to have older or younger siblings but as I grew up, I became accustomed to being a single child. Now that my parents were dead I yearned for an innocent soul. I strode towards her with a kind smile. "Hello, I am Scarlett. What is your name?" She smiled back at me broadly but it looked a little strained and said: "Hello, my name is Emily Bennet."