Emily Compagno Book Novels & Stories

"They live happily even when I can't. The world keeps spinning, and I'm okay with that." Emma's fingers brush mine and I look at her, my hands only twitching instead of pulling away like usual. It's surprising. "You're not happy?" she asks, soft. "Not the way I know I could be." It's the sad truth, and it hurts to admit it. I release my end of the book and clear my throat. There are footsteps approaching the library and I will not have strangers see me acting so... emotional. Emma clutches the book to her chest. "Let me read to you? Something with magic and wolf women and witches and brave children."

Lucy nodded. “Yes sir.” Emma scoffed. “This is ridiculous.” Jerry raised a brow. “Would you like me to make it ten?” Emma shut her mouth immediately. Lucy almost smiled. She couldn’t help it. Seeing Emma finally go silent felt like a miracle. Jerry continued. “And hand Miss Jones the company rule book.” Emma blinked. “There’s a rule book?” Jerry looked unimpressed. “Of course there is.” Emma muttered under her breath. “Sorry, but I’m not a fan of books.”

My face burned. I looked away quickly. Shame wrapped itself around me like a heavy blanket. I was small. Weak. Vulnerable. What would he think of me now? What would Bryan do if he knew the truth? I wished I could run out of the room. I did not belong there. But Tasha stepped forward and broke the silence. She coughed. "There's something I have to say before we sign anything." Everyone turned to her. "I am not the CEO of Denim Group," she stated emphatically. "The real CEO is right here next to me."

“But Emily helped you during your pregnancy. And she forgave you for everything that happened with Louis. She even invited you back into the family circle after.” “Yes,” I say, feeling the familiar sting of resentment. “She forgave me. But that does not mean she and Damian are innocent in all this. They stand with Barrett. They stand with Charles. They stand with everyone who could have helped my mother in law but chose not to. They pick and choose who deserves mercy.” Eloise bites her lip. “Emily is sweet.” “Sweetness does not erase complicity.” I sit back and let the words settle. Her gaze drops to the list again. She is silent long enough for me to wonder if she is losing her nerve. But t

I lost my concentration fuck, it is too disturbing to keep staring at the cleavages, but I have to act as a man in her presence, so we move to the corner of the shelf where history books are stacked and rare to check. Emily has been focused since we entered the library, concentrating on her project that she didn't even spare me a glance, not to speak to me, which makes me upset with her. I lost my temper because I had to speak to her. Why are you so down to earth? Guess what her reply was, Bro I have to act fast because I don't want to miss the club today, "she said." Look at this bitch, when a perfect man like me is dying to fuck the hell out of her, to shoot my bullet inside her pussy hole

Risk is a noble cause! Smirking at her thoughts, Emily trudged to the stairs, burning with impatience and anticipation. It seemed to her that the door was really unlocked, that she, going up to it, would open it, go outside, pass through the dark corridors, bypassing all the guards, if there was one, of course. And if they suddenly notice her, she will turn into a formidable she-wolf and show them where the crayfish hibernate. She will arrange such a thing for them that she won’t show herself a little, and then, with her head held high, she will leave this terrible place. Yes! She would leave to rush in a fast run to the one who, as it seemed to her, was very worried about her and was waitin

Boy loses Girl Emily flipped through the well worn pages of the book, it had some words underlined, and some commentary written under some lines. She flipped for a while and decided to return the book when a white envelope fell out from the book onto her feet. Emily stooped down to pick the time-worn envelope, the paper yellowed and brittled with age. The script on the front was unfamiliar, a looping masculine hand that whispered a past life, but it had her name scribbled in front.

She wasn't just a human who couldn't handle a wolf’s world. She was a predator. "Lyla," a voice said. Emily spun around. Morrigan stood in the doorway, watching her. "You found it," Morrigan said. "You knew," Emily accused. "You knew what this book was." "I suspected," Morrigan admitted. "I needed to see if the book would answer you. It has been blank for a thousand years." She walked over to Emily. She looked at the grey book. "You are dangerous, Emily Carter." "Lyla," Emily corrected. She clutched the book to her chest. "My name is Lyla Raines."

Zack had been his sworn enemy for so long. “Please don’t get angry. I got out of there as fast as I could, so I don’t think he noticed us.” That’s when I realized Emily was with me. I smiled bitterly and looked at her. “Oh, I am so sorry... Dominic, this is Emily, the author of the bestseller My Wild Alpha and the one I was discussing the location of the book release with. Only we got interrupted...” Just now I realized this episode was going to affect Emily, because she didn’t know all the details. Maybe Dominic’s reaction scared her a little, too.

He laughed. "You know, most people would just say thank you." "I didn't build an empire by letting people do things incorrectly." He pointed the gardening shears at me. "There she is." I smiled. Not the CEO. Not the founder. Just Ava. That afternoon, a package arrived. Inside was a leather-bound book. No return address. No note. Just a title embossed in gold. The Women Who Chose. Curious, I opened it. Inside were letters. Hundreds of them.