Emily Compagno Book Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

After the breakfast, Emily walked to the compound and got into her car. She sighed before igniting. Although she was an Alpha, she was still tensed. Soon, she was on her way to the company. Soon, she arrived. She got down and a Twenty storey glass building stood in front of her. “They better avoid throwing things here.” She muttered as she walked in. She reached inside the company and went to the front lady. "Welcome ma'am" The desk lady seemed nice. Emily smiled and said, "Emily Greymond" She said. The desk lady

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.