Emily Cole Book Novels & Stories

Cole asked as he walked closer to her. Emily could feel how her heart reacted every time Cole was near her. It started to recognize danger. “Don’t you dare?” Cole let out a devilish chuckle which Emily knew drew attention. “Dare what? Dare to touch you? Oh, come on. At least I will have a taste of you first before he takes you.” Cole’s words made her confused. She knew that his words had a more profound meaning. She steps backward every time Cole steps forward. “Please, Cole, I had—”

She was doing exactly what made her feel better…making men lose their minds, making them fight for her, while she sat back and watched like some twisted goddess. She didn’t deserve Cole. And if she thought she had won, if she thought I was just going to disappear and let her have him, then she had no idea who she was dealing with. Because I wasn’t going anywhere. And I wasn’t done. The rage didn’t die down. Even after I rode my bicycle back home, after I slammed the door shut behind me, after I paced my bedroom for what felt like hours…my fury only grew. Emily had to pay. She thought she could toy with men like they were disposable. Thought she could use Cole, make him fall for her, then tos

I don’t think I can. Emory notices the shift in my mood and quickly changes the subject, asking, “Where is Emelda today? I haven’t seen her.” “She’s in the village with Alma doing some shopping at the market. She’ll be back soon, I’m sure, if you want to wait for her.” Emory shakes her head, looking down at her tea cup. “Actually, I want to ask you something in confidence, if you’re willing to tell.” “Oh?” “Was there something going on between Emelda and Cole? I’m not asking to–to pry, or anything. Emelda has become one of my favorite people over the course of the year and… I noticed a change in her when Cole left for Scarlet Thunder. She’s been rather absent.”

She shivered at his words, legs trembling, but nodded. Because tonight, Emily didn’t want gentle romance. She wanted to be ruined. And Cole looked like he was about to ruin her in ways she’d never recover from.

"You're overthinking it." I looked up. Emily stood in the doorway of the university study room carrying two sandwiches and two iced coffees. "You've been watching me?" "For ten minutes." "And?" "You've typed one sentence." "I deleted it." "I noticed." She placed the coffee beside me before sitting down. "Can I see?" I turned the laptop toward her. She read the screen. «Dear Mr. Cole, I hope you're doing well...» She looked at me. "What's wrong with that?"

“He already knows about everything, by the way, it was he who said that Emily was at the Head of the Coven. Steve narrowed his eyes suspiciously, glancing at a recent acquaintance, and then nevertheless asked: - Why are you so kind? And you, by any chance, are you at the same time with this Cyrus, didn’t he send you to tell John that Amy is with him? “Interesting thought,” Red chuckled, “but no, not him. This is my personal initiative. - Why's that? - Cole did not let up, interrogating Black's former colleague, as if he was under interrogation. Red looked at John and, receiving a nod of agreement, told the story he told an old friend not so long ago.

my mother exclaimed. “You can also see ghosts?” my father said with excitement as he clapped his hands. “Do you hear that, Emily? I believe our daughter has all of the faculties of a powerful magician.” I gave a quick smile and nodded. “It was my first time seeing one and I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it. When she urged me to follow her down the hall, I left Lance sleeping and did just that. She stopped outside of Vivian’s bedroom and had me look through the door. It was not fully closed, so all I had to do was gently push it open a bit and I was able to see inside.”

The room smelled like industrial soap and something underneath it that didn't wash out. Maya crossed to her and sat on the edge of the bunk, her hands steady in her lap in a way they hadn't always been. "I need to talk to you about Cole," Maya said. Something moved through Emily's face — the alertness of someone whose most important thing had just been named out loud unexpectedly. "He's a good man," Emily said. Quick. Protective. "He's never hurt anyone here. He's—" "That's why I'm talking to you," Maya said.

Payton says. “We collected the blood on some special paper I have,” Nalena adds. We all look at women. I will not tell them this, but that was a damn good plan, and it worked perfectly. I let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose. I still think they shouldn’t have done this. I told them it was dangerous and what would have happened if they had tried something. Emerald says that she is prepared and pulls out a small container. She sets it on the desk. None of us wants to touch it. Finally, Xindi opens, and inside are a few cookies. Tyler being the idiot he is, grabs one and shoves it in his mouth before anyone can react.

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”