Emily Compagno Book Novels & Stories

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.

Fragile, even. My chest contracts in a way that pisses me off. Her eyes lift and find mine. Blue meeting blue. The chapel disappears. For a second, it’s just us. She’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a man angry about it. My jaw ticks. My mouth goes dry. “I shouldn’t want her,” I mutter under my breath. Valerio hears. He always does. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Careful, amico,” he murmurs without turning his head. “Someone might think you’re human.”

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.

she said quietly, “I lose everything.” Luca stepped closer. “You won’t.” “You can’t promise that.” “No.” He met her eyes. “But I can promise I won’t stop fighting for you.” The room fell silent. Adriana held his gaze. “Even if my empire collapses?” “Yes.” Miranda suddenly smiled. “Well,” she said, “this is extremely romantic for the middle of a corporate apocalypse.” Adriana laughed softly for the first time that day. Then she looked back at Luca. “Let’s find Victor’s mistake.”

" My grip tightened slightly around the fork. That girl… was me. Back when I was almost eighteen, Vincent used to let me help out at that restaurant he owned. He said it was to train me. "Later, I realized something," Matteo continued, pulling me out of the memory. "That little cook had someone in her heart. "The person didn't like her wearing bright colors. Didn't like her being noticed. Didn't even like her cooking for others." I looked up sharply. "You investigated me?" "No." He shook his head, his gaze steady. "I observed.

Was it because… Wasn’t she enough anymore? The thought lingered, heavy and unwelcome. By the time she reached home, the silence greeted her first, cold, still, and Empty. She stepped inside slowly. The candles were still burning faintly. The steak had gone cold. The wine sat untouched. Everything remained exactly as she had left it, but something about it now felt different. At the hotel, she had been composed, controlled, and untouchable, but here… She just looked tired, quiet, and worn down. Aurelia walked to the table and sat. For a moment, she simply stared. Then she reached forward and relit the candles. Soft light flickered across her face. She closed her eyes and made a wish.

I changed my mind. “It doesn’t matter,” I rolled my eyes. “It’s okay, really. Whenever you feel okay to go home you can tell me. And you’re also free to spend the night.”Kim smiled at me. EMILY POV I walked into the library, it’s been a while since I read a book. And to be honest, this was better than joining any dating app. Everyone there is either unserious or crazy. And this would distract me from the fact that I’d said no to the man I liked. Zero