Emily Rath Author Novels & Stories

I probe further. “So, I excused myself from the dining room and went to the living room, you know how Emily reads so much? She has a bunch of romance and thriller novels, so I decided to grab one and read. You wouldn’t believe it, this author writes insane shit.” She picks up one of the heavy paperbacks and flips the pages.

How else could Richard remain so calm and sure of himself? On the other hand, Richard was enjoying himself immensely. Emily wasn’t an easy book to read. She kept her cards close to her chest and did not wear her emotions on her sleeve. Although Emily can be straightforward, she can also be guarded. If not for his heightened sense of smell, it would be impossible for Richard to know how she was feeling.

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

Her editor loved the idea, but she hadn’t committed to anything yet. Morbid was something special she had shared with Asher, and it didn’t feel right to do an army theme without his approval. Instead, she concentrated on Morbid’s world travels. It was a series she was busy with, and each book would concentrate on a specific place like Egypt, the Eiffel Tower, the Smithsonian, and so on. Her phone rang on the couch next to her and she smiled. “Hey, Shirley.” “How are you settling in?” Emerson’s smile faltered a bit. “I’m as settled as can be.”

“So, Emily, you’re new here, right? What’s your story?” Emily hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “Just… trying to start fresh. Needed a change.” Katherine nodded knowingly. “Yeah, I get that. A lot of people come here looking for a fresh start.” She paused, studying Emily’s face. “You look familiar, though. Have we met before?” Emily shook her head quickly. “I don’t think so.” Katherine didn’t press further, but a flicker of recognition crossed her face when she glanced at Emily’s notebook. The name “Emily Vincent” was written neatly across the top.

Emily vowed silently. Raul's tongue twisted and delved into her core while his hand pinched her nipples and breasts forcefully. The intensity of his actions made Emily's body tremble as she fought to endure it. How long could she withstand this? "Stop! Stop!" she whispered hoarsely. Raul smirked. "Don't hold back, darling. I’m not stopping tonight. I’ll make sure you remember this night for the rest of your life!" Raul exclaimed, inserting three fingers into Emily's core.

Emily hesitated a little because she knew it was a solid lie, her mother was rhe most fun person. “Oh please, Clara is going out and I'm all alone.” She pouted again, so her request wouldn't be just dramatic but cute. She knew exactly what she was doing, it worked on everyone. Emily straightened herself and picked Clara in her arms. “Fine but only this time.” Both went inside her room. Her room was painted purple and she had everything a child could hope for. Clara picked all the fairytale books she had placed in front of Emily. As Emily was looking at the books she couldn't single book which was good. All the books had the same story. Girl got in trouble didn't know what to do and at the en

AUTHOR POV: Even after successfully executing her nefarious mission and dispersing all those Rumours that had tarnished her image, Emily remained unsatisfied with her accomplishments. Her sole objective was to utterly dismantle Liya, and the fact that she had achieved her goal of undermining Liya's reputation didn't bring her the contentment she sought. Moreover, Emily was anticipating an additional payment based on the extent of the damage she would inflict upon Liya. Given this golden opportunity, nothing could deter her, especially since she excelled at covering her tracks, ensuring that her involvement remained undetected.

The small room felt hot, and the air was thick with Emilia’s perfume as the women stared each other off. Emilia finally sighed and rolled her eyes. “What do you want?” She snapped again. Fixing her hair to look busy. Delilah raised the book. “I need to know. What inspired this book of yours? Tell me everything.” A knowing smile spread across her lips as she saw the book. Her eyes had a glassy, distant look like she was high on Mount Everest. “It came from my college days, Delilah. All the stories we’d hear about these whoring, loose girls screwing boys all over school, while acting like saints.

It's just a friendly date. By now I am walking on the street. My house isn't that far from my Clinic. In fact, I have to pass through it to reach my home and my clinic is just down the lane from the cupcake story. there is a really beautiful garden opposite to it, which is always full of life. Sometimes I love to take a walk there, just to grab fresh air. Next to my clinic is a pretty little bookstore. Emily takes care of it. I met her when I started my clinic here. She is a cute little lady with her chubby cheeks and glasses. She is quite adorable, I can say. Whenever I am not engaged with a patient, I like to spend time in bookstore reading books. I hate to admit that I love reading super