Emily Strange Book Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Meanwhile, the stranger said in an orderly tone: - And now slowly, so that I can see your every movement, get up from the ground and turn to me: I want to see the one whom I was ordered to destroy. Emily obeyed his order and began to rise slowly, without making sudden movements: she rested both hands on the ground, slightly rising and kneeling, then to rise. But Amy left out one detail: she was only wearing a T-shirt that Jer had given her so she could cover her nakedness. And at that moment, when the girl knelt down, this same T-shirt pulled up above her hips, revealing to the stranger her rounded and appetizing ... um ... in general, what was below her back.

my mother exclaimed. “You can also see ghosts?” my father said with excitement as he clapped his hands. “Do you hear that, Emily? I believe our daughter has all of the faculties of a powerful magician.” I gave a quick smile and nodded. “It was my first time seeing one and I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it. When she urged me to follow her down the hall, I left Lance sleeping and did just that. She stopped outside of Vivian’s bedroom and had me look through the door. It was not fully closed, so all I had to do was gently push it open a bit and I was able to see inside.”

However, something told her she wasn't capable of being a single mother. Val had no one to confide in except that one person. But she had no way of finding him. Everything was on the brink of crumbling until suddenly her phone rang. Cautious as to whom it was, Val took a while to pick up the call. However, what ensued wasn't in any way what she had ever expected. "Hello, Stranger" she couldn't believe that he was the one speaking, Val could make any other mistake but that didn't include mistaking his voice for any other person's. It was her stranger!

She wasn't just a human who couldn't handle a wolf’s world. She was a predator. "Lyla," a voice said. Emily spun around. Morrigan stood in the doorway, watching her. "You found it," Morrigan said. "You knew," Emily accused. "You knew what this book was." "I suspected," Morrigan admitted. "I needed to see if the book would answer you. It has been blank for a thousand years." She walked over to Emily. She looked at the grey book. "You are dangerous, Emily Carter." "Lyla," Emily corrected. She clutched the book to her chest. "My name is Lyla Raines."