Emily Rath Author Novels & Stories

I reread what I wrote down. 'Lord Ralph has a secret room in his club.' 'He might be sick.' I paused and wondered what his sickness could be. 'He takes girls to the hospital every month to donate blood.' That made my mind reel back to the conversation I had with the girls, or will I say, Emily, during lunch. Emily was perky and quite talkative. She would make a great ally because she would tell me everything she saw. People like her who always want to talk also sneak around, looking for something new to talk about.

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

Hello everyone, Thank you for being on this journey with me. Emlyn and Richie's story wrote itself in my head and while it wasn't meant to be the first of the next generation books, it pushed it's way forward. I know this book went through some emotional roller coasters, so thank you for sticking with it.

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.

I closed the link on her. Emily was still sleeping when I entered the room. I walked to the bathroom to ran a warm bubble bath for her before I crawled onto the bed. A/N Hello lovely readers, Thank you for sticking with me and for spending your money, coins and gems on my book. I start daily updates from today with the hope of finishing the book by the end of the month. I want to make the story as short as possible. Please if you’ve not left a comment or a review, kindly do.

Raven states. I see Nate let out a sigh as Devon shakes his head. I smile because I know who that voice belongs to. We look up when we hear another scream to see Emerald looking out the window. Her face lights up when she sees me. She is all of a sudden in front of us. This makes some of the guys jump. They are not used to her appearing out of thin air. She jumps into my arms and gives me a tight hug. I watch as Rich waves his hand, and the window magically fixes itself. “Thanks, Rich,” Devon says.

They spent thousands on Ryan’s combat tutors while Emily worked three shifts at the village tavern just to buy used textbooks. Ryan was the golden child. The twin who could shift into a wolf the size of a mountain bear. Emily? She was the girl who stayed up until 4 AM coding Rune-sequences, hoping that intelligence would be a shield against a world that only valued teeth and claws. She grabbed her bag and stood. She couldn't stay here tonight. She needed the Academy library—the only place where the Moonlight Law was secondary to the pursuit of knowledge. She climbed the stairs of the 10th floor, the highest point of the Lycan Academy fortress. It was a ghost floor, filled with dusty relics a