Emily Compagno Book Novels & Stories

“You do not cry after sex.” “They don’t have to know that.” He winked. Oz, Balkin and Indrick did pretty well too. It was now my turn to close us out. “Hey, I’m Empress Zelda. Um, let’s see...you’ve heard about my complicated love life. Getting bit, getting proposed to, getting dumped. All things that don’t usually happen to an Empress. But let’s talk about this horrid journey. I’ve almost been eaten by a Serpenbite, almost drowned, came very close to being barbeque, I’ve been kidnapped like seven times. My body was snatched by an Over-Lordess who kind of shamed me for not being a virgin, by the way. So I’ve been called a tramp a lot lately.”

We were on high alert, the compound could be attacked at any minute and all I could think about were the places on her naked body that I wanted to explore. A few deep breaths later and I was back under control, somewhat. “Shit.” I muttered to myself as I glanced along the empty corridor again trying to take my mind off of it. Clara emerged from the shower room, hair still damp and dressed in her army blacks, weapons and all and I gulped knowing exactly what was under those clothes. She glanced at me once before her face flamed again and her eyes met the ground and I couldn't take it any longer, her thinking that I didn't want her.

Lucien noticed her. “Don't hide it. What do you want to know? I will answer anything.” Emily gulped, his voice did not sound encouraging at all. But since he said, she could ask… she had to. He might never give her this chance again. “Did you know that your father was born out of adultery? Did you know that you did not have the pure blood's mark? Did you know?” "Of course I did. After all, I am the one who put the book where it is. The Library the children went to and found this book was created by me.

William asked after seeing the light frown on Emily's face. Emily shook her head and replied, "no, not really. I just seemed to have forgotten the question that I had to ask you." She looked up at William and caught sight of a small picture at the front cover of the book that he was reading. She pointed to the book and asked, "what is the book that you are reading though?" "Oh, this old thing?" He laughed and closed the book shut. "It is just some old story on spells and witches and the rest. Nothing that would interest you."

Casting the library in a semi glow. At one corner stood a desk. A floor-length window behind it flocked by heavy drapes and hinting at the outside. A solitary single brass candlestick on the desk. Emily walked over to the first shelf with careful steps and felt the familiar comfort of a library wash over her. She took in a huge breath and ran her fingers over the rows of thick covers. Her glove clad hand settling on one, and she pulled it out and held it close to her chest. Then she turned and started towards the desk with weak steps trying not to think of her dilemma but it came pouring in any way. ~~~~~~

It doesn't matter. --- Emilia calls in October. She's read the memoir. Cried through most of it, she says. Sophie had to bring her tissues. "You made me sound better than I was," Emilia says. "I wrote the truth." "Your truth." "The only truth I have." She's quiet for a moment. "Thank you. For including me. For forgiving me." "You didn't need forgiveness." "Maybe not. But I needed to hear you say it." --- The book sells well enough.

“Or did you really think being a companion meant just lying in bed and getting paid?” Emily hesitated, biting back a retort, and reluctantly sat down, pulling her legs back under the table. “Who wants your stupid money, anyway?” she fumed silently.

We did have a weird night after all. “Emily? Are you okay?” There was no answer. We looked at each other, eyes full of uncertainty. I grabbed the handle and turned it. The door creaked open. “Emily?” I peeked in. She was lying on her bed, a book in her hand. ‘In My Godfather’s Bed’. She had been trying to get me to read that book for weeks. “What do you want?” she mumbled, not looking up from her book. Her voice was cold and distant. She was really mad. She hated being left out.

“It sounds perfect.” Elaine reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “Then why not?” Emily stared down at her plate for a long moment, the steam rising between them. “I wouldn’t even know where to start,” she said quietly. Elaine waited. “I was created in a lab,” Emily went on, her voice steady but distant, like she was talking about someone else. “I didn’t grow up like other people. I didn’t learn how to live among humans. Every step I took, someone was watching. Measuring. Correcting.”

Just watched. She was beautiful, yes. But beauty didn’t mean much in our world. I’d seen diamonds shatter. Seen pretty girls cry over bodies they'd ordered hits on. What interested me was the steel under her skin. The restraint in her eyes. She didn’t come down like a wife. She came down like a weapon. And that….caught my attention. When she reached the last step, I let my gaze trail over her again. Not hungry, curious. Appraising. “Trying to impress me, Mrs. D'Caprico?” I asked coolly, voice unreadable. Yes, I called her by my surname because that was what she was. No longer a D'Angelo and never would she go back. I wouldn't let her.