Emily Compagno Book Novels & Stories

" She is an employee at Bookmark Haven, a bookstore. Ema’s rogues follow her to make sure she is the real person they are seeking and to make sure she is working at the claimed business. ” As was the case with practically every item of news that he heard, Elijah began to think as to how he should address the situation in front of him. Days stretched into weeks, and weeks into more weeks until they were ultimately presented with a lead. Die to his daughter, who was alive, and above all, she was liberated. But for how long? They stare at one another silently for some time before Elijah says, “What does Ema have in mind?” He already knows he will not like the reaction.

Translation: I looked pretty, but fat. The fundraiser pics. I looked hot. I felt hot. But of course, the first thing she zeroes in on is the nonexistent bloat in the photo. I resist the urge to throw my phone across the room and instead fork another bite of spinach into my mouth like a responsible adult who doesn’t crave violence. At least the dressing is good. Emily, it turns out, is less of an agent and more of a glorified babysitter. A babysitter with manicured claws and a talent for passive-aggressive comments.

“No. I’m patient.” Emilia’s pulse hammered in her ears. She gritted her teeth, refusing to let him see how easily his words tangled her insides. To her surprise, Dante shifted the conversation, his tone almost casual. “Tell me something. What was your favorite book as a child?” She blinked, caught off guard. “What does that matter to you?” “Because I want to know the pieces of you that no one else sees,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving hers. Her lips parted, hesitation flickering before she whispered, “The Secret Garden. My mother used to read it to me before bed.”

***** Hey, my dear readers! Thank you—truly—for walking this journey with me and for embracing the world of Emilia and Maximus. From the very first chapter to this moment, your love, comments, and encouragement have meant more to me than words can express. Emilia’s path was never easy. She was tested, wounded, doubted, and pushed to her limits—but through resilience, courage, and love, she rose. Watching her grow, fight back, and claim her happiness alongside Maximus has been an honor, and sharing that journey with you has made it even more special.

“You made us believe that love could be calm. That it could stay.” Silence settled, heavy and sweet. Romeo looked around. “Do you remember what I said the night we brought you home?” Avery smiled. “You said it was just the beginning.” He reached for her hand. “And it still is.” Emily reached into her bag and pulled out a small hardcover book. “I wanted you all to have this.” Avery blinked. “What is it?” “I wrote our story,” Emily said shyly. “The real one. From my eyes.”

"This book changed how I see my own desires! The threesome scene in the penthouse? So raw. Is that based on real… experiences?" Emilia smirked and handed back the book. "Let's just say I did very thorough research. Enjoy every page, darling. And remember — never settle for less than what makes you scream." In London, during a joint appearance with Jax, the interviewer asked carefully. "Jax, watching your wife write such explicit content — does it lead to interesting conversations at home?" Jax kept his arm around Emilia's waist for the cameras. "It does. Emilia puts a great deal of thought into every chapter. I respect how deeply she poured into this. My wife is brilliant. I am proud of how

she began, voice low and wistful, “there was a girl with nothing. No money. No direction. Just pain, broken dreams, and a heart too full to be noticed.” Maxine sat up now, curious. “Did she have a crown?” “No,” Emilia smiled. “She had calloused hands and a job she hated. But she also had books. And a stubborn spark that wouldn’t let her stop dreaming.” “Then what?” Emilio asked. “Then she met a beast.” Maxine’s eyes widened. “A real beast? Like growl and claws?” “Worse,” Emilia teased. “He had walls higher than towers and scars deeper than any wound. He was angry and lost and wore suits that fit too well.”

Annoyed, Emily cursed under her breath, threw her phone down, and disconnected the call. Bored and feeling a bit hungry, she grabbed something to eat and planned to borrow some books on stocks and financing from the library. Dressed simply in an army green vintage bomber jacket, black high-waisted jeans, and Doc Martens, with her hair loosely draped over her shoulders, Emily looked effortlessly cool and beautiful. She grabbed a canvas bag for the books. The library was adjacent to the exhibition hall. After borrowing books, Emily didn't leave the library but walked through the glass corridor into the exhibition hall, planning to exit through the south door, the shortest route back to her dor

With each article listed there was a photo that accompanied the headlines. This was a diary about everything in Emelia's life. Suddenly, I felt nervous about the things I would read. I didn't even know that Emelia had anything like this! It almost felt wrong... Like I was crossing some boundary that I wasn't meant to go beyond. But a part of me needed to satisfy this need to be close to her, especially since there was no doing so on a physical level. As I scrolled through the pages, I found out quickly that Emelia documented many of her life's achievements from graduating college to starting her first job as an intern for a small, family-owned jewelry design company. She even shared photos f

Calvin teased, which earned him a playful jab in the stomach from Emily. There was no doubt about Emily's "dirty mind." Since high school, her brain had been filled with teen romance novels. While not explicit, romance novels had introduced her to passionate encounters and desires. So when Emily decided to major in education, her family was quite surprised. With her quirky and extroverted nature, everyone doubted that Emily could be a teacher. But Emily managed to prove them wrong. After she graduated, she received a job offer to teach at Cempaka Putih Elementary School through a friend. Thanks to her outgoing personality, Emily quickly built strong relationships with her colleagues and beca