Emily Rath Author Novels & Stories

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 .

She laughed and gave me a soft punch on the arm. "We'll see about that," she replied. She held up her book and opened it so I could read the cover. It was a romance novel by a British author named Anne Bradstreet. "Anne Bradstreet?" I asked in surprise. I'd never actually seen the book but I remember Emily mentioning it one day when I was asking her why she loved books so much. "Yep," she confirmed with a grin. "Do you like it?" I shrugged and turned away. "It looks interesting," I admitted, "but I don' know if I would read it myself."

Peter sounded almost detached. “She is my mate. Nothing else has been on my mind.” I spat back upset at the insult. Veronica POV I sat in the chair with a massive old text on the desk. The book was 6 inches thick closed. I was about halfway through with no luck finding anything referencing fallen angels. Most of the books were written in German from the 1300s. I had a hard time deciphering; Theo was helping with ease. His experience with all the different languages was a talent I was overly jealous of.

she push me out of the kitchen. What is this girl up too?. Why should I be the one serving Rainal brother breakfast?. ✍️ Authoress Ricky ✍️ To be continued... What do you think Emily is planning?Next Chapter will be updated once I get 100followers on this story.

I say and then I clumsily extend my hand, “Sorry, I am Emily Millers and I am new here.” “Elise Walker! And I am not new here!” She shakes hands with me and giggles. “So, you are looking for the library? Anything particular book?” She asks as we both now start walking towards what I don’t know, I just follow her. “Umm..actually the professor asked to write about a poet and I want to find kind of a Biography or Autobiography!” I reply showing seriousness.

Riley a daughter to the Essah family moved to high school. Three days after arriving at high school she met a guy named Johan Mills . Sometimes we think we will make our own ways but fate makes our lives ways . A certain incident separated the two . Leaving one in a psychiatric hospital . What has fate planned for the two ? Will the two ever meet again ? Join them as they face reality to an end which was never expected.

“And then, there's someone out there who has fifty one thousand with just two books.” “I knew it all along,” Alicia’s tone made Emily tear her gaze from her phone, something that once seemed impossible. “I knew she was a good writer that stayed humble.” “What's that? I'm confused here,” Emily leaned in. “The author of those books,” Alicia inhaled deeply, combing her hair backward. “The name is Elysia Alderidge.”

Emily charges into Samuel, driving him through the door and bursting into the room where Rachael hides behind a marble countertop and Elma stands with a sword in her hand. Emily stands; her eyes are as black as night as she turns her head to Elma’s direction. “Kill them all,”.