Emily Bennett Book Novels & Stories

“Incase you're confused, this is the part where you say this is a skit, a prank or something. Come on Bennett!” “Oh Alyssa.” Someone purred beside me. It took me a while to realize who it was. It was Emily, and for a split second, I literally forgot she was there. I watched closely as she sauntered towards Bennett, before draping an arm around his shoulder. Surprisingly, he made no move to adjust it or take her hand off of him. “There's no way he's going to say that. If there's anything I know about our dear Bennett here, it's the fact that he doesn't lie.” She wasn't wrong, Bennett never lied to the people he loved, but he'd been lying and deceiving me for years, so did it mean?....

I adjust her in my arms and she finally tenses just a little. “Luna, Bennet is going to come down and help get you set up…” “Absolutely not!!” Emily flinches in my arms. I tuck her in tighter to me. “No, talk me through it. And before a growly alpha or gamma says anything about being stubborn. I’m not, I promise. It is really bad down here the scent is like acid and rancid dirt. If it’s bothering me, it will harm all of you. Please, just talk me through this.”

Luna training with Colette was boring like hell as repeated things, which I heard from Renata hundreds times already. Just before sunset finally leaving Colette’s lounge, I spotted a lonely figure sitting on a bench near a cluster of blooming Jasmine. She wore a loose white dress, her hair in a soft braid, her eyes glued to a book. Emiliya Norgaard. “What are you reading?” I asked, stopping beside her. She startled, looking up with soft brown eyes. “Gone with the Wind.” “I love that book,” I said, sitting down. “I always felt a bit like Scarlett. Rebellious, unstoppable… and a terrible taste in men.” I paused, adding with a giggle, “Of course, that was until I met your brother.”

This is Book 2 of Billionaire series, it's a short Billionaire romance, The love story of Adrian Campbell and Emberly Swan. This is a standalone novel. ******** Emberly POV "Miss, we'll be there in just ten minutes," the bus driver said, directing his gaze on me. After my flight landed in New York from Los Angeles an hour ago, I kept my body posture straight and nodded while my head rested on the bus window. With luck on my side, I located the bus in a lane road outside of the airport.

She laughed and gave me a soft punch on the arm. "We'll see about that," she replied. She held up her book and opened it so I could read the cover. It was a romance novel by a British author named Anne Bradstreet. "Anne Bradstreet?" I asked in surprise. I'd never actually seen the book but I remember Emily mentioning it one day when I was asking her why she loved books so much. "Yep," she confirmed with a grin. "Do you like it?" I shrugged and turned away. "It looks interesting," I admitted, "but I don' know if I would read it myself."

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.

Mila sat in her seat beside the window of the plane and she put her bag under her legs after grabbing the book she had been reading for the last few days from it; she was reading Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. It was as if the book was screaming her name and Emma's. She could see herself as Cath while Emma was Wren. However, she was no longer sure if it was true or not after what she had done to Emma at her apartment.

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

“I was born Emily Paddington. My parents came over from England after a great deal of to do over the family lands. Your grandfather Paddington had already been across the waters on multiple occasions. He owned our plantation for several years before he questioned why he was involved in a feud over land that he had no desire to live on when he possessed a beautiful plantation in a country that was like paradise to him. I was still in my mother’s womb when they crossed the waters and born shortly after they arrived. “Arthur Paddington was a kind man, but an ambitious one. He sought out the secret society of the shine and discovered that the wealthiest and most powerful was the Northrup f

_ Emily barely stepped inside before dropping on the couch, exhaling hard as her bag slid from her shoulder. Ava glanced at her, then back at the magazine in her hand. “You look like you just survived a world war,” she remarked, flipping the pages. “Yeah, I survived Rex Hale,” Emily muttered, bending over to pull off her shoes. “You met Rex Hale?” The magazine slipped off Ava's hands as her voice echoed, and her eyes widening as if Emily just told her she had met a god. “That's the part that got you? What about the part where I said I survived him? That man humiliated me.”