Emily Bennett Book Novels & Stories

Breanna said, and then she was gone. “I need to learn how to do that,” Emily muttered to herself as she quickly started toward the restaurant. She knew that if she did not hurry then Breanna would end up beating her there. Emily looked at some of the shops and stores that she passed on the way to the restaurant and saw that there were several that she would like to visit later. She was especially excited when she saw that there was a bookstore with a coffee shop attached. Hurrying on to the restaurant Emily was not surprised to see Breanna waiting outside for her. “You cheated,” Emily grumbles good naturedly. “It’s not my fault that you were walking slow,” Breanna joked back. She then reache

she whispered as she did this. Emily is the first child of Oscar Lee. Her mother is human, and sadly, Emily took after her. Much to Oscar Lee’s dismay, it was discovered when Emily was born that she is a human and has no wolf. Emily had never met her mother, Benita, and the last time she saw pictures of her was a long time ago when she was a kid. Suddenly, as the day passed, the number of pictures continued to diminish, and soon there was not a single one left.

Oscar raised an eyebrow at me in hope that I would repeat myself but like a timid little girl in the presence of this billionaire, I choked on my own words. Another thing I have to think about is this party we are going to. I closed a book about my life and I threw it away. The characters in the book -Courtney Hale, Christopher St Patrick, Francis Harrington, Henrik Sinclair, Giovanni Balotelli, Sonia Balotelli and Nathan Bale- went with that book. In simple terms, I moved on. I don't want to go to this party because I will obviously run into all of them. I want to tell Wayne the whole truth of how I wound up in New York but who wants the baggage? Who wants an eighteen year old Mafia girl wh

She had no idea that this woman standing before her had anything to do with the young inmate, that she was, in fact, the very crux of the situation. However, she recognized her. She had seen her face on the back of several paperbacks, even the one that she owned. A book called Wolves at the Door, which she had picked up on impulse and quite enjoyed. Diamond had a way with words, and though her stories were strange, they never lost the coherency of narrative that kept you attached to her characters. “You're a lot stronger than the others,” Emily smirked. Her wicked smile was nothing like the cute one she displayed in her author photo. “Everyone else just collapsed when I pushed on them.”

He hoped that was the shift Eliza would make. Oliver paced in front of the campfire. “It’s boring as hell here,” he complained. “I’d rather be where you are.” Richard vigorously shook his head. “Brett means to search for that she-wolf. He says he has a special gift that helps him know things. He has a bad feeling about her. He’s worried,” he explained. “All the more reason to have me with you,” Oliver insisted. “What if you run into hunters?”

Joshua asked again this time facing Henry's mum. "Of course, It is really good and tastes delicious." She said with a smile. "Emily which school do you attend?" She asked me. I quickly glance up at Joshua and he gave me a nod, letting me answer her. "Neville High school ma." Thank God my voice didn't come out as a squeak. "Really? That Henry's school, then you might know him." Joshua said smiling, making me look up at Henry then look back down at the food which i haven't eaten less than two spoons from.

He called again. The second time, she answered, irritated. “Alex? Why are you calling me at this ti” “What at all do you want from me, Emily?” he cut in, voice a soft blade. “And why is one of your little boyfriends texting Lily threats?” Silence. “W-what?” “You heard me.” His tone didn’t rise. It dropped, colder. “Luke Bennet. Does that name ring a bell?” She gasped, instantly exposed. “H-how do you”

Emma is practically vibrating by the time I cut the engine. “Libby’s here,” she says, already halfway out of her seatbelt. “Whoa, speed racer,” I laugh, opening my door. “Let’s not face-plant on day one.” She bolts anyway. Libby’s outside the bookstore, sleeves rolled up, hair pulled back like she’s been working nonstop. The second she sees Emma, her whole face softens. “Hey, baby!” she says, dropping to her knees just in time for Emma to crash into her arms. “It was good!” Emma announces immediately. “Like really good.” Libby laughs, squeezing her. “Yeah? Tell me everything.” Emma does. Every single thing. She rehashes the entire day with the same enthusiasm she gave me. She talks about Mrs

Emily was short-handed. Moreover, who else was more suitable than Andrew to be her assistant? Andrew looked at Emily expectantly. He stared at her almost without blinking. "I do need a hand, but I have one thing to confirm," said Emily. "What is it?" "Have you ever betrayed Bennett?" Emily asked again. "Never, I swear. Emily," Andrew raised his hand and said without hesitation. Emily nodded. She knew Andrew well, but what she was about to do was very dangerous, and she had to be careful.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> Julia — First-Person POV Eleanor moved into the Bennett estate three months after the trial began. Not as a decision made quickly — we had talked about it for weeks, slowly, the two of us learning the careful choreography of two people who shared blood and history and almost nothing else. I had offered. She had hesitated. Then, one afternoon in late autumn, she had simply appeared at the gate with two suitcases and the specific expression of someone who had decided that hesitation had run its course.