Emily Rath Author Novels & Stories

thought sadly. Perhaps she will be able to finish it tonight. I stood up and took a step toward the door. I stopped abruptly when I realized something. Something about that book suddenly felt wrong. I shook my head, trying to convince myself otherwise. It wasn' t necessarily the book itself that was bothering me. It' s the fact that the author never once mentioned Emily being born. How come no one ever mentioned it? Wasn't it obvious enough that she was born during the middle of the 1800s? Did everyone forget about Emily when she was young? It was probably a coincidence. Right? Maybe it is nothing. I tried to convince myself. After a few seconds I picked up the glass and went upstairs to pu

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.

Casting the library in a semi glow. At one corner stood a desk. A floor-length window behind it flocked by heavy drapes and hinting at the outside. A solitary single brass candlestick on the desk. Emily walked over to the first shelf with careful steps and felt the familiar comfort of a library wash over her. She took in a huge breath and ran her fingers over the rows of thick covers. Her glove clad hand settling on one, and she pulled it out and held it close to her chest. Then she turned and started towards the desk with weak steps trying not to think of her dilemma but it came pouring in any way. ~~~~~~

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.”

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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,”.