Emily Compagno Book Novels & Stories

She had no idea that this woman standing before her had anything to do with the young inmate, that she was, in fact, the very crux of the situation. However, she recognized her. She had seen her face on the back of several paperbacks, even the one that she owned. A book called Wolves at the Door, which she had picked up on impulse and quite enjoyed. Diamond had a way with words, and though her stories were strange, they never lost the coherency of narrative that kept you attached to her characters. “You're a lot stronger than the others,” Emily smirked. Her wicked smile was nothing like the cute one she displayed in her author photo. “Everyone else just collapsed when I pushed on them.”

Emilia Peyton After the dreadful meeting, Emilia had immediately booked the next flight back to Canada. She wasn’t going to stay there a second longer, not after what just happened. Since she left Geneva late in the evening, she had arrived in Canada at 3am. There was no way she was going to be at work tomorrow, she wasn’t supposed to be anyways. She was supposed to spend the night in Geneva and maybe come back the next day, so she wasn’t going to make it to the company either ways.

She selected a book from the shelves, a botanical discussion of plants native to Kent, and settled herself on the couch near him. After a quarter of an hour she looked up to find Godric glaring down at a ledger before him, his teeth gritted in a silent snarl. Emily set her book down and got up from the couch, coming behind Godric and studying what had upset him. It was a messy book of accounts, very ill-kept and confusing. But Emily's keen eye located instantly where the numbers were incorrectly calculated. She put a hand on his left shoulder, her fingers curled into his shirt. "Oh dear. May I help?"

Sylvia ran out of the hospital. She knew she needed to get Emiliar as soon as possible. *** Emiliar sat at a corner of the school library reading a book, she needed time alone. Her life has always been a mess and now it's even worse ,Katty's gone. There's no other human that believes that she's just a human. There's no one to talk to . Her life has crashed and now she's here to bleed on paper. she just sat there crying within.

No blood. She limped past them, her right knee buckling with every step. The bone-deep throb was a rhythmic reminder of the morning’s "lesson." "The professor's little lap-bitch is in a hurry today," Tyler Brooks sneered, loud enough for the passing Betas to hear. "Maybe Arnold needs his ink-wells refilled with something more... personal." The laughter followed her inside, heavy and mocking. Emily didn't stop until she reached the deep-stack vaults at the rear of the library. It was a graveyard of ancient scrolls and smelling of dust and dried herbs. Perfect.

He approached me before handing the file to me. Clearing my throat, I took it from him, my sharp brown eyes skimming through the content. “Carl was born in two thousand and four. I believe you and Emily divorced in two thousand and three, Sir Logan.” He said, and I nodded, confirming his finding. “Emily left for France two thousand and six when Carl was two. She spent three years in France, where she collaborated with Esmeralda in jewel designs. After her return from Paris, she took over the Imperial company as the CEO. During her reign as the CEO, she continued her relationship with Collin..”

Emily talks a lot but her stories are entertaining to me. Emily told me she studied human resource management but her passion is sleeping. I couldn't help but laugh at that. I love how she has swiftly moved on from the hell she lived through but I know she needs therapy, she needs someone to talk to about this copying mechanism she is accustomed to, I don't think it's beneficial to her mental health. “So, how do you know her?” Emily asks, her hand dancing in the sun. How do I know Camilla? Well, that's a story no one should be hearing about, I hate that because of whom I know, she's acting like something she isn't, cold.

However, Emily couldn’t fully appreciate the space’s beauty because Scarlett was standing right in front of her, leaning against the central desk with a book in hand. Scarlett flashed a grin and flipped her hair as she asked, "I’m curious. Do you even know how to read?" "I know how to read." "Fantastic! I was starting to think I’d have to teach you the ABCs and 123s. Remind me, which pack did you come from again?" Scarlett asked with a hint of sarcasm. "Dark Moon Pack," Emily replied, crossing her arms over her chest. She remained seated, feeling wholly uneasy around Scarlett and only trying to tolerate her presence.

She laughed as she pulled out of his embrace “I have a book to finish” Emily closed her eyes to sleep, it was not easy, her body was trying to get use to the new bed, she kept turning and turning over in bed, she went to the single chair and picked a book, she read just two pages before she abandoned the book again, she walked to the window facing the training center, it was lighted up, and no one was there, it was empty, Emily went back to her bed and laid down, will that person that usually watch her sleep come around? She wondered.

“Then what do you want?” Victor leaned casually against the desk. “Simple.” He picked up a photograph. It showed Adriana leaving her building earlier that evening. “You walk away from Adriana Cole.” Luca’s eyes darkened. “Not happening.” Victor sighed. “You’re stubborn.” “And you’re obsessed.” Victor’s smile faded. “You’re destroying her company.” “No,” Luca said coldly. “You are.” Victor stepped closer. “She had everything under control before you appeared.” “And now?” “Now she’s emotionally compromised.”