Emily Cole Book Novels & Stories

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

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—”

My heart slammed in my chest, my breath caught in my throat. No. My fingers dug into the handlebars, my entire body shaking. I wanted to scream. Cole was supposed to be untouchable. A man above all men. No woman had ever been able to claim him. No woman had ever held his attention long enough. It was always me. Until Emily. She wasn’t just some woman in his life. She was the woman in his life. I was like a memory to him now. The way he looked at her, the way he reacted to her…he was obsessed.

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.

The night Emily Collins was murdered, she learned the truth. The family she spent ten years loving were the same people who killed her parents, stole her inheritance, and raised her like a servant in her own home. Then they sold her off to Ghost. A feared crime lord known for violence, power, and the countless women trapped inside his mansion through debt marriages. Emily tried to escape. They hunted her down and killed her for it. But Emily wakes up five hours before her death with all her memories intact. This time, she walks willingly into the devil's den as his bride. Inside the mansion, survival is brutal. The wives scheme, betray, and destroy each other for powe

"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.