Emily Rath Author Novels & Stories

What was happening to her? Before she did anything else, Emily wanted to pick a few choice books to sneak into her bag. Her allowance wasn’t much and college was expensive as fuck. Surely her step-father could spare some of his high- quality smut for charity? Emily’s eyes devoured the titles, trying to choose just one or two was impossible. She wanted to dump the entire shelf into her bag, to run away and find a cozy nook and to read all of them until their spines broke.

A collection of classic children's books from Rachel — Goodnight Moon, Where the Wild Things Are, The Very Hungry Caterpillar. "These were my favorites," Rachel said quietly. Emma hugged her. "She's going to love them." Rachel pulled back. "I hope so." "She will. Because they're from you." --- At 3:00 PM, Emma sat down to rest. Her feet were swollen. Her back ached. The baby was kicking — not hard, but insistent, like she was trying to tell Emma something. "You're doing too much," Nick said, sitting beside her. "I'm sitting."

- she immediately shuddered with disgust, as soon as she imagined how she was sinking her teeth into a small, hairy, smelly, mangy body. Emily immediately felt sick. - That's disgusting! - Somehow catching her breath, she croaked. And, as if mocking, a rat squealed in the corner, as if giggling at Amy. - You don't like something? - she asked the four-legged creature, brazenly washing its muzzle and squeaking contentedly. - Rejoice that I did not choose you as the object of my wolf hunt! Emily swore that the rat snorted at her words, and then rolled her beady eyes up to the ceiling to express her opinion.

but Emily didn't understand French because her mother was from Puerto Rico and she spoke mostly English like her father, Prosecutor Lincoln Carter. "Don't worry, Emily, I won't ask you to serve me. Just look at my handsome face and feel my touch. It might make your dreams come true!" Rayden’s words, accompanied by the touch of his lips on the sensitive spots of the woman’s body, made Emily unable to hold back the moans she had been suppressing since Rayden’s first touch on her body, which grew increasingly intense and deeper.

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

MATTEO The soft hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound in my office. The room smelled of old whiskey and leather—familiar, yet suffocating tonight. My hands were clasped together under my chin as I stared at nothing. Thinking. Always thinking. Emily Thompson was still alive. I didn’t need proof, I could feel it. People like her don’t just vanish into smoke, they hide, and they run. But I won't stop chasing. The loud sound of a knock on the door dragged me out of my thoughts. I glared at Dominic as he walked his way towards my desk, looking like he had just handled two brutal cases in less than thirty minutes.

I also implore you to be patient with me while reading this story thank you. Chapter 1: The Whispering Woods Emilia Grey stepped off the rusty bus and onto the crumbling asphalt of Ravenwood's main street. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a familiar smell that transported her back to her childhood. She hadn't set foot in this town for ten years, not since her mother's mysterious disappearance. Yet, here she was, drawn back by a cryptic letter from an unknown sender.

Greta followed, still smirking, tossing one last glance back at Emily like she’d won something. Emily stood frozen until they were gone, her nails digging into her palms. She had done it. She had broken Lizzy’s heart. And Lizzy would hate her for it. Which meant Lizzy would live. ** Emily closed her bedroom door and leaned against it, the click of the latch sounding far too loud in the quiet. Her hands were trembling. She dropped the book onto the desk and sank into the chair, pulling open the drawer where her battered journal notebook lay hidden. She flipped it open, the blank page staring back at her. For a long moment, she just sat there, pen hovering above the paper, her breath uneven. T

Chapter sixty one Mine Song recommendation : Let me down slowly by Alec Benjamin (He's kinda like my favorite artist while writing this book . You guys should check out his song . Hehe . I feel like I'm advertising !!(｡◕‿◕｡(☆▽☆)) Emily felt weird . Down from her waist downward . It felt like some heavy weight was tangled within her legs . She opened her eyes exhausted and drained . She stifled a yawn Something is just not adding up . What was weird thing ? She didn't know but the warm bed was beckoning her to sleep some more .