Emily Compagno Book Novels & Stories

I sighed heavily and massaged my temples. "All l know is… he shook my world and turned it upside down and I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive him for that." ********** Emily's PoV I entered my apartment, and the familiar scent of coffee and lavender flooded my nostrils, I slammed the door behind me. Frustrated, I dropped my handbag onto the worn floorboards of my apartment and slouched on the couch. Emma was lounging on the couch, her eyes fixed on the book in her hand, an alien behavior I didn't have time to be shocked by.

Taking the elevator, we went back to the first floor where we exited the building and started walking around the block in silence. “So, Emily, tell me about yourself?” I asked her, shattering the annoying silence. “Well, you already know that my name is Emily Martinez. I am a family person and also a cashier at the bookstore where my pay sucks. My dad died when I was in high school and also I am a big fan of romance novels and movies. You?” “That was vague,” I replied disappointedly. Why was she giving me just a brief overview rather than the whole story? “Some things must remain a mystery. Now it's your turn to tell me about yourself,” she replied

_ Emily Collins is a young brilliant woman who started her business from scratch with the help of her two bestfriends and with a thick and heavy past behind her, she's doing good— as good as she can be with a little baby boy. But sometimes, our devil's like to play and come into light. Join Emily on a whirl wind of emotions as she tries to uncover her horrible past by opening old wounds, allowing them to breath and to finally heal.

--"E. Byrd Starr, the rising young novelist." She was recalled from her enchanting reverie by a chuckle from Mr Carpenter. Emily wondered a little uneasily what he was laughing at. She didn't think there was anything funny in that book. It contained only three or four of her latest stories--The Butterfly Queen, a little fairy tale; The Disappointed House, wherein she had woven a pretty dream of hopes come true after long years; The Secret of the Glen, which, in spite of its title, was a fanciful little dialogue between the Spirit of the Snow, the Spirit of the Grey Rain, the Spirit of Mist, and the Spirit of Moonshine. "So you think I am not beautiful when I say my prayers?" said Mr Carpente

"She is one of the reasons I still want to live. Come, join us, and listen to her read. It's a masterpiece, and her voice is so soothing, it helps me relax." He patted the spot next to the bed, but I couldn't contain my anger. Striding to Emily's side, I snatched the book from her hands, my eyes scanning the cover. "His Forbidden Student," I scoffed. "Why would you be reading this... this erotica to my grandfather? You should be reading educational material, not this load of crap." Flipping through the pages, I came across a particularly spicy passage. "I felt her hot, lustful breath by my ear. I couldn't resist, so I grabbed her by the neck and pushed her down on the cold desk, letting my t

It was Emily, a woman whose presence in this unexpected encounter was enigmatic, to say the least. When Francisco's intense gaze fell upon Emily, he was met with an audacious smile and a flirtatious wink. "Did I interrupt you, babe?" Emily inquired, her voice dripping with innuendo. Emily, with her striking beauty and an allure that could captivate any soul, had long graced the pages of fashion magazines as a celebrated model. Her ebony eyes, raven-black hair, and alluring figure possessed the kind of allure that could captivate any man. Her beauty was both mesmerizing and provocative, leaving a trail of longing in its wake.

Over the next thirty-five minutes my students go over the details of what has been going on and where they have been. Apparently these two have gotten into a situation. Christina has decided to drop out of school and move in with Johnny who she says she loves. She's pregnant and doesn't want her mother and father to find out. I like Christina, she is a clever girl with a smart-ass attitude. She wears a tight lowcut green sweater that is showing entirely too much cleavage for it to pass the dress code and a pair of ripped blue jeans. She has long black hair that she wears loose. It covers her face just enough to block people from noticing that she hasn’t lost her baby face yet. Johnny is ano

Another one named Jeremy came in with a bright smile. He was a beautiful lad. He had orange hair, brown bright gazes…. Why does Landon have such beautiful people around him? Are they actually his friends? They seem like individuals from rich families and he seemed a lot happier around them. He came to me with a handshake. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Jeremy.” I handshake him as well. “I’m Larisa. It’s nice to meet you too.” Everyone was so freaking nice to me. They all kept practicing for what I couldn’t clearly understand.

Emily will get to know me for me and not the persona I had to put on to avoid problems. We get to the book store, and there appears to be a line to wait. We get in the line, and start talking, getting to know each other. Turns out that we have most of our classes together. We are laughing at the fact that Emily has to stay in a dorm and her roommate is already driving her crazy. "Megan doesn't turn and look, but two hotties are standing behind you," Emily whispers so that only I can hear her. "That blonde one is beyond hot."

'" She cast a glance at the phone screen, only to find her boss fast asleep. He lay on his side, facing the phone, eyes closed and motionless. Only the gentle rise and fall of his chest and slightly parted lips betrayed his slumber. "Huh," Emily scoffed softly, slipping a meadow-printed bookmark into the book and closing it gently. Picking up her own phone from the nightstand, she began composing an email to Oliver. Unlike most people, their communication outside of work relied solely on emails or simple text messages. The subject line of the email read: Far From the Madding Crowd - Chapter 10 Update. The body of the email continued: We've reached Chapter 10: 'Mistress and Men.' You're rough