Emily Rath Author Novels & Stories

Right now, all that matters is strengthening our Guardian‑Charge bond and keeping her safe. But something else has been bothering me. Emily. She’s been acting… off. Jumpier than usual. Distracted. Like she’s listening for something only she can hear. And every time I ask what’s wrong, she brushes it off. Or lies. Practice runs late, and by the time I shower and change, the sun is already dipping low. I grab my bag and head toward the library, Raven and Emily always wait for me there after school on training days. But when I walk inside, it’s quiet. Too quiet. Raven is sitting at a table near the back, a stack of books in front of her, hair falling into her face as she reads. She looks up whe

Calvin teased, which earned him a playful jab in the stomach from Emily. There was no doubt about Emily's "dirty mind." Since high school, her brain had been filled with teen romance novels. While not explicit, romance novels had introduced her to passionate encounters and desires. So when Emily decided to major in education, her family was quite surprised. With her quirky and extroverted nature, everyone doubted that Emily could be a teacher. But Emily managed to prove them wrong. After she graduated, she received a job offer to teach at Cempaka Putih Elementary School through a friend. Thanks to her outgoing personality, Emily quickly built strong relationships with her colleagues and beca

Emma offered a small nod before withdrawing, leaving the room once more in silence. I crossed toward the desk slowly. Two letters. Both Familiar. I reached for the first without hesitation. My sister’s. Relief came swiftly. Warm. Immediate. Almost overwhelming. I broke the seal and unfolded the paper carefully, my eyes moving quickly across the page. Her words were bright and for a moment, I allowed myself to feel it—that relief, that small flicker of comfort. Until— Lord Rathcliffe has been most generous these past weeks… My breath stilled. The words blurred, just for a moment.

Searching for soil, for purpose. I’m hungry to save you, the gesture implied. Don’t fear me. I’m not the intruder here. You are. And that place there, that place is the trap. With the same finality, the same pity, which Emily lent the rat (a thunk to the head with one of her wooden spoons to finish what baited cheese and spring-loaded barbs had not), she continued up the steps. “I have to go.” “Then you’re doomed.” “Yep, honey, I know that, too.”

I didn't know why, but I needed to know how that treaty with Indiana had gone. ATHUR'S POV "I love that we are pulling this off. No one even suspected anything. One would think that I am an actress from the way I was milking the shit out of everything that was happening. You saw me, right? How do you think I did?" Emily said seating at the edge of my table, legs crossed. She had been talking my ear off with all the continuous praise she kept on giving herself. It was tiring and irritating as usual but I set down to be honest with her.