Emily Cole Book Novels & Stories

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.

Book said you bed half the court, checks out. Every face is a thrill, like meeting celebrities, but my eyes keep drifting to Elyria. She’s watching me, lips curved, eyes glinting with a look I know too well from my harem, please claim me. My cock twitches, arousal flaring. Oh, shit. A woman? In Cillian’s body? I’ve only done guys here, but my fangirl soul’s screaming, A princess, Ardyn’s sister, offering herself? Hell yes!

"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

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.”

Every few seconds, his eyes dropped to my chest before returning to Cole as though he was interested in anything Cole was saying. My fingers tightened around my clutch as I shifted my weight, resisting the urge to fold my arms across my chest. “Cole.” Richard finally looked my way properly. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Cole’s gaze shifted to me, almost as though he’d forgotten I’d been standing beside him. “Richard,” he said, glancing down at me. “This is Emily Carter, my personal assistant.” “Personal assistant…” Richard repeated, the words rolling off his tongue in a way that made me cringe.

Yet deep in her chest, beneath the fear, a dangerous thrill stirred. Because some part of her knew that once the game began, she would not go quietly. . . . . "One week later" The Cole Mansion looked like something out of a magazine — sprawling marble steps, towering glass windows, and chandeliers visible even from the outside. Emery’s knees nearly buckled when the driver opened her door. “This way, Miss Emery,” the butler said, his voice smooth, polite, but clipped. He didn’t look at her as though she mattered.

“It might as well be, Cole bellowed. “Don't you think it's long overdue. You can't have expected to have that chamber turned into a study without expecting it to be turned right back. This isn't your house!” “And that's because you do not want me here!” She shrieked. “I can only imagine why," Cole sneered, pining her with his stare as though he expected her to know the answer. Emily moved away from him, stopping at the shelf and pulling out a book. How have things got out of hand? She had specifically come here looking for answers as to why he did what he did, but not these. Not these return back to time. Emily huffed. Well, if he wanted to return to time, she might as well ask all the quest

Emily did not sleep much that night. Not because she was overwhelmed, but because she was recalibrating. Discovery required discipline. Emotion required containment. Alexander Cole existed. That fact alone changed the structure of the war. Until now, her objective had been singular: dismantle the Covenant through financial exposure. Now there was a living variable. A brother raised inside the machine. She sat at the small kitchen table in her Ashford Grove townhouse, the letters from Lara spread before her again. The ink had faded in places, but the urgency had not.

Emily moved carefully through the shadows until she spotted Damien’s car parked near one of the warehouses. The driver was standing outside beside the vehicle. Damien stood several meters away, looking toward the darker part of the street. A woman slowly stepped out of the shadows. Even from a distance Emily could see that she looked terrified. Her clothes were dirty and torn. She trembled as she walked, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The moment Damien saw her clearly, he removed his coat and walked toward her. He gently placed the coat around her shoulders. “It’s alright,” he said softly. “You’re safe now.”

She had the innocence of a child. She was perfect... too perfect. The kind of woman people wrote into fairytales and business mergers alike. And yet… as she talked, all Damian could think of was Aria. Aria, who laughed too loudly when something genuinely amused her. Aria, who sometimes forgot to finish her sentences when she got excited. Aria, who made instant coffee taste like home. Emily asked him a question, pulling him back. “And what about you, Mr. Cole? Your work must be so fascinating ... defending people, standing up for what’s right.”