Emily Rath Author Novels & Stories

Brain said with a humorless laugh. “I am not b*tching about him with you! You are the last person I wanna b*tch wih, Mr. Saint Brian Hale” Ralph got up from his seat and left his office. …………….. Emily went home happily when she was selected for the position of private secretory. She can’t wait to share the good news with her brother and Daisy. When she reached home, she got a text from her brother. *Jeremy: I am going to Dylan’s house after school. I will be late. Don’t wait for me for dinner*

Honestly, I don't want to have any sort of conversation with him and I wouldn't want to give him any sort of false hope, so I kept quiet. "She is a writer." Emily imputed with a smile plastered to her face. She pinched my tight as she said that. I turn to her to glare at her but she was already glaring at her. She was looking as if she was about to murder me. Desmond seemed excited by that, "That's really amazing. I think it's more than coincidental that we met, it was more of faith. I am an editor and I work for a publishing house. Isn't it amazing that we met?"

Despite this, Emily's love for Raveen and Rael was the driving force behind her survival and willingness to go to any length to protect them. So Emily returned to her old home. Sh e needed to get Lavina out of that house.aEmily took Lavina away again after arriving at the location where she had hidden Lavina. Emily knew Raveen would smell the trail of this lovely girl sitting beside her sooner or later. Where should Emily take Lavina, though? Where was the best place that neither Raveen nor Rael would be able to find her?

As for that child, I won't want it. Eleanor looked down and smirked. "From the way you said it, it sounds like you're making a huge sacrifice. But what did I do wrong? Why should I give up my career and start over with you abroad?" Russell refused to give up. He reached out and grabbed her hand. "Eleanor, do it for me." Eleanor just stared at him quietly. Suddenly, she said, "Russell, did you know? Emily is actually my half sister. Her mother used to be a nightclub dancer, and my father left my mother for her. This whole incident disgusts me."

With each article listed there was a photo that accompanied the headlines. This was a diary about everything in Emelia's life. Suddenly, I felt nervous about the things I would read. I didn't even know that Emelia had anything like this! It almost felt wrong... Like I was crossing some boundary that I wasn't meant to go beyond. But a part of me needed to satisfy this need to be close to her, especially since there was no doing so on a physical level. As I scrolled through the pages, I found out quickly that Emelia documented many of her life's achievements from graduating college to starting her first job as an intern for a small, family-owned jewelry design company. She even shared photos f

she said “Yes, finish your food first” Nate pointed to her plate Emily looked down at it, she remembered what happened with Garrett the last time, she does not want a repeat so she tries to finish everything on her plate, if she would be able to walk out of the library it would be a miracle. Minutes later, Nate was trying to get Emily to stand up, but she was too full to be on her feet. “I don’t think I can make Nate, can’t I just meet Rai here?”

They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."

I continued, holding their prideful looks. At that moment, Emily pulled me further away from the rest of them and, with almost teary eyes, she clasped my hands. “Rebecca, if I may call you that, I confess I am so nervous. I’ve released books before but this is so different. I know we haven’t known each other long, but you’ve touched my heart and I know our collaboration won’t just stop at finding me spaces for my book launches.” Her confession shocked me in a good way, as I felt from the beginning that we would have a special connection. It couldn’t have been any other way, and that was because Emily was so approachable and natural. There’s almost no chance of meeting people as open as she w

He asked him, pulling away from me as his attention focused in on Zachary rather quickly. "You're New York's best selling author about vampires. Of course I've read your work. You'd be surprised by how many vampires find your work extraordinary and amusing. You can include me with them." Zachary leaned forward and eyed my fledgling with a hungry look. Bastard... "What's going to be your next-" "Zachary," Emily hissed. "You're being rude. You're not his maker so it's none of your business." "Em," Zachary gasped and glared her down.

But his granddaughter Emily will visit him every summer. Emily is a couple of years elder to Akshitha. They don’t get along well from childhood. Akshitha will call Emily as 'Eli' (mouse) that infuriates Emily. Emily is a beautiful girl and she knows it. She hails from Mumbai and hence wears all modern outfits. It suits her the best. She always looks down on Akshitha and it irritates Akshitha.