Emily Henry: Kindle Novels & Stories

Aric pushed off the ground and started walking away from Moses Lake with his pal by his side and his sister following close after. Emily approached Henry and leaned forward between the chairs to inquire, "How have you been, Henry?" Henry responded with a deep sigh and looked at her with melancholy eyes while staring at her. "Until last night I was alright," he said. She sighed and patted him on the shoulder as she said, "Yeah, Daddy usually leaves me with that sensation whenever he comes to visit."

Or maim them, to think the least, but she kept coming, seemingly unharmed by the damage done to her by the hot shots fired at close range. “Damn! That’s three!”, Emily spat before swinging her left arm at his throat, ripping out his throat and ending his rather miserable existence. He still wore the look of shock he had when he thought he saw her close up the distance between them so fast he thought she morphed into a really fast blurry shadow.

MATTEO I didn’t think, I didn’t stop to breathe. I just ran. My feet moved faster than I could carry myself. I didn’t care who saw me or what they thought, I had to see for myself. Was Emily really dead? My heart was beating so hard, I could hear it in my ears. I didn’t understand why I felt like this. Why was I so desperate? Why did it matter so much? The woman from my past… now dead? How could that be?

Emily quietly responds. "Do you want us to take you home?" I ask. Emily nods and wipes a tear away. Genelia gets up and I take Emily's hand. "Who was that little boy?" I wonder. "His name is Henry Blackwell, he's a meanie and I hate him." Emily face turns red. The rest of the walk is silent with occasional sniffles from Emily.

Quinn rubbed her palms together, "So sweetheart, meet my partner at work, Mr Henry. And Mr Henry," She turned towards Henry, "Meet my daughter, Emelda." She smiled. Henry couldn't say a word for a minute, and when he attempted to, they came out in stutters, "Hi... Em...elda." He suddenly felt stupid. Why was he acting as if....? On her part, Quinn was amused as she watched his reaction. Everything was broken when Emelda raced from her seat, and jumped unto Henry's laps..

A contract with a signature and nothing more. Then the chapel doors open, and my carefully constructed certainty starts to crack. Her father steps in first, tall, proud, his hand curled protectively around her arm. Then I see her. Isabella Hart. My bride. For a moment, I forget to breathe. The dress should have looked ridiculous, heavy with lace and sequins, the kind of gown that makes a woman look like a doll. But on her, it doesn’t. The fabric hugs her waist, the neckline bares her shoulders, and the faint shimmer of beads catches the light. Her hair is braided into a knot, a few strands loose around her face. She looks untouched. Fragile, even.

Chairs are still preferable for communication. - That's what you need, you tell him. And I have no desire to communicate with him! “Well, after what your brother did to you, I'm not surprised by your reaction to him. Emily, fiddling with this unfortunate log in her hands, nevertheless threw it into the fireplace and, reaching into the basket for a new one, asked Jeremy: - Listen, do you know what else interested me here? Jer shook his head. Why are there no windows in this room?

Unfortunately, Silas opposed Drake's involvement in our Pack to help us find the realm of Hellfire. I took time to contemplate why I had only given Emily a partial truth about the traitor Emma within the Pack and hadn't yet mentioned Henry's name to her. I wanted to see how Emily would handle the information about Emma. After all, Emma was far from virtuous. She was a sinner who aided Henry in his plots against Silas.

He reached into his bag and pulled out one of his novels, handing it to her. "Here, take this," he said. "It's a story about resilience, about finding strength in the face of adversity. I think it might resonate with you." Emma took the book, her fingers tracing the title on the cover. She looked up at Alex, gratitude mingling with the pain in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound determination, it was great to have her friend back. "Thank you for being here, for understanding, and for not judging."

I loved that he still cared deeply for me; but I didn’t deserve it. I tore his heart out and stepped all over it; I’m still stepping all over it. It wasn’t fair to him. I didn’t deserve that kind of kindness. That was exactly why Henry always thought he was after revenge, but maybe he wasn’t. “Of course, he’s not after revenge,” Emily said from within me. “He’s our mate. He loves us.” I didn’t deserve his love. I glanced downward at my feet, feeling a wave of shame crossing my features. He could read the shame on my face well because he stepped around his desk and walked toward me. His nearness was nice; it was what I needed at that moment. I needed to feel connected to him.