Emily Bennett Book Novels & Stories

“Correct! Well done!” I saw the looks from the crowd. They were sizing me up again, the black clothes, the dark makeup. They thought I was just for show. Let them think it. Emily had always loved to read, to learn. She’d hide big, thick books inside her boring textbooks. All that knowledge was still in here, hidden under this leather and lace.

Caleb clenched his fist before deciding to meet with Alex and talk things with him, it's true he didn’t want to be with Emma again because he felt she was selfish and will never trust him again but she was a kind person and will be happy with someone else, but that someone else cant be Alex. **** Chloe combed Brianna’s hair as she was about to go to sleep, Brianna was reading a book and had a bright smile. She loved reading alone, but after a few minutes of reading she sighed and closed the book. “What's wrong? Did you finish the book already?” Chloe asked and Bri shook her head in denial.

Greta followed, still smirking, tossing one last glance back at Emily like she’d won something. Emily stood frozen until they were gone, her nails digging into her palms. She had done it. She had broken Lizzy’s heart. And Lizzy would hate her for it. Which meant Lizzy would live. ** Emily closed her bedroom door and leaned against it, the click of the latch sounding far too loud in the quiet. Her hands were trembling. She dropped the book onto the desk and sank into the chair, pulling open the drawer where her battered journal notebook lay hidden. She flipped it open, the blank page staring back at her. For a long moment, she just sat there, pen hovering above the paper, her breath uneven. T

Emma lowered her gaze to her toes, hiding the icy glint in her eyes with her lashes. * Emily stepped out of the room, ready to call for a ride and leave the suffocating atmosphere of the banquet behind. As she waited for the elevator, a familiar voice called out from behind her. “Emily!” Emma’s voice echoed behind her. Emily turned, her expression cold. “What do you want?” Emma approached with a triumphant smirk. “You saw it yourself in that room, didn’t you? Justin doesn’t trust you at all!” Emily raised a brow but remained silent.

She started off a little too nicely. Emily straightened her glasses, ensuring they covered her eyes perfectly. “Carl, I’m here for Carl Ben” she replied. Emila peeped over her, at the two men behind. She pursed her lips a little, then she let them in. Emily remained calm, but had a target, even as she walked in. Emila watched her step as she moved into the living room, there was something familiar about how she walked but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was about it that made it seem familiar.

The next morning, Emma sat in her apartment surrounded by photographs. The anonymous pictures. The text messages. Everything. Noah sat beside her. Neither had slept. Suddenly, Emma's eyes widened. "Noah." "What?" "The name." "What name?" "Sophia Bennett." Noah frowned. "What about it?" "Bennett." Noah blinked. "Bennett?" "My God." Emma stood up. "Your last name." Noah froze. "What?" "Bennett." His eyes widened. "You think we're related?" "No." Emma shook her head.

Annoyed, Emily cursed under her breath, threw her phone down, and disconnected the call. Bored and feeling a bit hungry, she grabbed something to eat and planned to borrow some books on stocks and financing from the library. Dressed simply in an army green vintage bomber jacket, black high-waisted jeans, and Doc Martens, with her hair loosely draped over her shoulders, Emily looked effortlessly cool and beautiful. She grabbed a canvas bag for the books. The library was adjacent to the exhibition hall. After borrowing books, Emily didn't leave the library but walked through the glass corridor into the exhibition hall, planning to exit through the south door, the shortest route back to her dor

I was rarely here unless I needed to charm a teacher for an extension. Emily was in her usual spot, head bent over a thick textbook, pen moving quickly across her notebook. Her brows were furrowed in concentration. A few strands of hair had escaped her ponytail and fell across her face. She looked tired. Determined. Beautiful in a way that had nothing to do with makeup or designer clothes. I walked over and stopped at the table across from her. “Can I sit here?” I asked quietly. She looked up slowly. Surprise flashed across her face, followed quickly by wariness. “There are plenty of empty tables, Aiden.”

The dream to be the ruler of the pack who had despised me just because the goddess hadn't seen it in her vision to give me the luxury of a blosommomg bosom. One of those people standing on my way was Seraphina that was why i wenated her out of the picture. Don't give me the side eye. I had warned her! I had pleaded with her. To let go of those vain hoped of romance she had. To walk out of Blackthorn Manor and never look back. But she had taken my advice for granted. She had pushed me to the dirt and expected me to bask in it. Well, lesson one about Helena you can't keep me pinned down.

"I'd like to hear your feedback on the black cover book next to you." Suddenly Emily turned to the side. Take the book that Rey said on the bottom shelf. "This one?" he asked lifting the book up. Rey just nodded. Let Emily explore the book from start to finish. Seeing the annoyance on Emily's face made Rey couldn't help but smile. "Why are you still keeping this?" Emily asked, struggling to contain her irritation. How come? Rey said she would forget about Alessia but, that guy still keep a picture book which contains a picture of Alessia's face which fulfills