Emily Strange Book Novels & Stories

"Please, let her go! Please!" "Get back Ava! I can fucking deal with these pigs!" Emily yelled as she moved her sharp claws to the man closest to her. The man yelled and kicked her. He was about to do it again when the door flung open and the men froze. "Is that all you have, you animals?" Emily shrieked, still fighting the one holding her down. Emily probably couldn't feel it but the air in the room had changed the moment a strange man stepped in. He was tall with a large scar on his face.

She knew she had found solace in Drago's unwavering support, and together, they would delve into the depths of her feelings to unravel the mystery that had taken hold of her existence. Emily's heart fluttered with anticipation. The road ahead might be filled with uncertainty, but armed with her friendship with Drago, she knew she had taken the first step toward understanding the strange phenomena that had woven their way into her life. And with each passing moment, she grew more determined to uncover the truth and find peace within herself once more.

There was something unsettling about this stranger, something that didn't quite add up. "I'm afraid it's not for sale," Emily repeated firmly. The stranger nodded, his expression unreadable. "Very well," he said. "I'll be back." With that, he turned and walked out of the gallery, leaving Emily feeling uneasy and curious. She immediately called her husband max and told him what has just happened, Who was this mysterious stranger? And what was his connection to Emily's art? Emily couldn't shake off the feeling of unease after the mysterious stranger's visit. She tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept wandering back to the enigmatic figure. Who was he, and what was his interest in Emily'

As I held my chin high, my shoulders back and my posture straight—I try one last time to make sure that it's perfect. ''Slowly,'' Evelyn mutters under her breath. I have to agree with her on that. With books on my head; it's quite hard to walk without thinking of the books falling down onto the ground—honestly, they've been in my head for the past hour than literally on my head. How funny. All of a sudden, the door swings open, revealing Emery; who has both of his eyes onto Marie Anne before falling onto me—frowning for a few seconds.

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

She had no idea that this woman standing before her had anything to do with the young inmate, that she was, in fact, the very crux of the situation. However, she recognized her. She had seen her face on the back of several paperbacks, even the one that she owned. A book called Wolves at the Door, which she had picked up on impulse and quite enjoyed. Diamond had a way with words, and though her stories were strange, they never lost the coherency of narrative that kept you attached to her characters. “You're a lot stronger than the others,” Emily smirked. Her wicked smile was nothing like the cute one she displayed in her author photo. “Everyone else just collapsed when I pushed on them.”

Kind of People like Charies look hard to convince. She was trembling, it is hard for her to take another step. Her brain was trying to force her not to scream nor run away, it will make her in the place of danger. But she can't. Emily has huge fears about strange things. She always screams every time she watches a horror movie, every second of it. Experiencing it now herself is even much more blood-curdling. Emily is a naive girl. Yet she had intelligence any genius has. That is the reason why she is here. She did not expect to see something like this, right in a school environment.

My heartbeat begins to quicken and before I can stop it I’m eight years old again. One thing that I have always found very weird is that when I have these flashback, I don’t feel the pain that I must have endured. I have these little clips in time but not the memory of the pain. Instead, I feel the emotions that I felt the terror and sorrow that I was in. I felt happy at first. It was a boring day at home. I was playing in my room shaving the hair off of my barbies and designing new outfits for them out of some of my old clothes. I had always been an odd duck and never much of a girl. I liked playing in the mud and playing sports. One this particular day I was still in my pajamas because nob

Emily blinked against the sudden brightness, her eyes struggling to adjust to the stark contrast. A masked figure leaned over her, extending a hand to help her out of the coffin. Emily hesitated for a moment, her instincts warring with her desperation for freedom. With a trembling hand, she reached out and grasped the stranger’s hand, feeling a surge of relief as he pulled her upright. “Who are you? What’s happening?” Emily’s eyes searched the masked face for answers. But the stranger simply walked away without a backward glance, disappearing without a word. Left standing alone, Emily could only think of one thing—revenge.