Emily Rath Author Novels & Stories

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.

CHAPTER 1: BENT OVER HIS DESK EMILY’S POV I’m that girl, you know? The one with the glasses always slightly askew, a stack of books taller than I am, and a permanent coffee stain on my cardigan. My idea of a wild Friday night is annotating my favorite fantasy novel with a new pack of colorful pens. So, how did I end up bent over my Ethics professor’s desk with his cum dripping down my thighs? It started with my thesis. I’d poured my entire soul into forty-seven pages on the feminist lens of Reclaiming Female Promiscuity in Erotic Fiction.

Emily had always been the perfect good girl. Nineteen years old, with soft chestnut hair usually kept in a neat braid, modest sundresses, and a habit of blushing at even mildly suggestive comments. She volunteered at the church library, aced every class, and had never been alone with a boy long enough for anything improper to happen. Sex was a distant, sinful mystery to her, something she only encountered in the forbidden pages of books she pretended not to linger on. Professor Ryan Hale changed everything.

5 seconds later, I'm smiling because of the night full of passion. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ P.s : Do you know E.L. James? Yeah she is the author of the erotic novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' I will explain who she really is, because she is a shy woman but has a crazy imagination. I feel proud of her.... EL James is the name of the author of the novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' which so far has sold more than 40 million copies worldwide. Who would have thought, James who wrote the erotic novel was actually a shy woman. How's James' story?

When I realized Emma was still tightening the strings at my dress. “My apologies. The previous lady preferred it so.” The previous lady. I caught her eye in the mirror. “What was she like?” I asked quietly. Emma paused for only a fraction of a second. “She was… very quiet.” There was something unspoken in the way she said it. “Was she happy?” I pressed. Emma’s fingers stilled completely now. “I believe so. Lord Rathcliffe used to be different in his younger days.” She seemed uncomfortable and I didn't want to press any further.

"I don't know." But the answer felt obvious. Too obvious. Rachel entered the room before anyone could say more. Her eyes moved between us. "You all look like you've seen a ghost." Nobody laughed. Emily pushed the book toward her. Rachel skimmed the page quickly. Something unreadable flashed across her face. Then it disappeared. "Old stories," she said. Her tone sounded casual. Too casual. Emily frowned. "These aren't stories." Rachel shrugged. "They're legends. Every pack has them." I noticed Lucas watching her carefully.