Emily Strange Book Novels & Stories

"Sorry, I want to be alone. I hope you don't mind to give me space. Thank you," Emily said coldly. Unfortunately, the stranger felt challenged. "Is that why you're traveling alone?" He put his hand on Emily's table. Leaning forward, he played with his eyebrows. "It's rare to find a woman as brave as you, Miss. I salute you." Emily rolled her eyes. She was really lazy to respond to the man. Carrying her tablet and book, she moved to Prince's seat. However, when she was about to reach for her bag, the stranger had already taken her seat.

I opened the book, the pages yellowed with age, and began to read. The words were strange and foreign, but as I read, I felt a strange sense of understanding wash over me. The book spoke of power, of strength, of things I had never imagined. It was overwhelming, but also exhilarating. As I continued to read, I felt a new determination growing within me. I didn’t fully understand why Emilianna hadn’t acted against Maron, but I trusted her. And if she believed this book could help me, I was willing to do whatever it took.

I gasped, finding it impossible to breathe. Just when I thought I would die on that desolate street, a car screeched to a halt beside me. A man jumped out and ran over. He scooped me up in his arms. His familiar voice was filled with urgency. "Mel, breathe! Don't be scared. Just breathe!" I raised my head, and Evan Rochester's face came into view. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I finally broke down and sobbed uncontrollably.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. Chapter 55 Emily's POV I could hear my heart beating loudly when I looked up and saw it was the stranger from the night. “Hi-i goo-d to see yo-u” I stutter “What for heaven's sake is wrong with me? Behave Emily behave. He's just a random guy. Yes no strings attached so behave. Don't loose your guards.” “Hi good to see you too,” he said

“Yes.” Damien’s eyebrows rose. “How am I different from him?” Emily thought about her words. “I can’t really explain it properly,” she admitted. “He just feels… confusing.” Damien laughed out loud. “That is probably the most accurate description of Zane I’ve heard.” Emily smiled. “So it’s not just me?” “Not at all,” Damien said. “Zane has a strange sense of humor and an even stranger way of thinking. If he said anything odd to you, don’t take it too seriously.”

The world was watching the Grey family. The king had returned. The reporters were hungry. But inside the mansion, something else was quietly growing. Not just rumors. Not just tension. Something deeper. Something that would soon change all their lives. Emily lay down slowly. She closed her eyes. Trying to ignore the noise outside. Trying to ignore the strange feeling in her body. Trying to ignore the warmth in her heart when she remembered his voice. “You are not alone.” She did not know yet— That this was only the beginning.

Her black eyes were shining with determination. "I know Em." ' She nodded. "So what now?" I asked. Emily smirked and looked at the book thrown on the floor. "First, we are going to read a story named, 'Myth of The Broken Throne'."

She's nice about it, giving me a look of pity before scanning my boarding pass and motioning me down the hall. I clamber down the aisle of the plane-this one much larger than the one I just vacated-covered in sweat, face beet red, and panting like I just ran a marathon. I do the walk of shame to row twenty-one as people make disparaging remarks about my disheveled look and my inability to plan more time between flights. By the way, I did not book this flight. It was booked for me. I'm embarrassed, thirsty, and need to change clothes, but relieved I made it. That is, until I find my seat, put my suitcase in the overhead compartment, and plop my tired ass down next to the most beautiful man I

at that point since she left when Karen, the chief servant, called for her. It is truly mysterious, but I am unable to keep my lips raised. Emma is a trustworthy young maid, but I can sense something is up. I shake my head. The book opens itself just as I'm ready to do so. Pages circle endlessly, but the brown papers with the cursive writing remain visible until they come to an abrupt stop in the middle. I take a closer look at what the book page shows, I can't help but furrow my brows. "The life that perishes shall be made alive again,