Emily Strange Book Novels & Stories

She looked at the maps on the floor, the discarded strategies of a man trying to lead a people she no longer felt a part of. Kilian’s grip tightened, his nose pressing into the crook of her neck. He smelled of sweat and sex and the woods, but Emily felt a strange coldness beginning to settle in her bones. The warmth of his seed inside her felt like a temporary anchor, the only thing keeping her human for a little while longer. She didn’t know how many more of these nights they had left before the secret became a reality that would burn the pack to the ground.

I soothed it again. After finishing my food, I returned to my room to rest for a while when I heard the dog barking again. I went outside and saw it still barking at the east room. Today was truly bizarre! I remembered what the villager had said earlier and felt a genuine fear! I quickly pulled out my phone and searched for the news from 20 years ago. What shocked me was that a murder had indeed occurred in this very house! Even more frightening was that it had happened 20 years ago today. A deranged mother had murdered her nine-year-old daughter! The murder was brutal—the mother drove a steel nail into the girl's skull!

Apollo's hawk-like eyes become more deadly as it ever was. He cannot believe her calling him a stranger. Even so, he triggers her more. "Strangers never dare to taste each others," Emily lost all her patience at what she hearsd. "Shut up! What are you spilling out of a sudden?," she is now standing fumingly mad. "Oh Emily! You are the first one who started it. Am I a stranger to you? Seriously?" "What now if you are a stranger to me? Why do you care? I forget you long enough to forget why I needed too."

There was pain in her voice. Ember’s throat tightened as images of the village filled with dead bodies and blood flashed into her mind. She pushed those thoughts away, she can’t afford to be distracted now. She has to concentrate to be able to unleash her power that her grandmother had locked. “What is that?” Ember referred to the book that Yvette had in hand, though she already had an idea what kind of book it was. Yvette carefully placed the book on her lap as she occupied the couch opposite from Ember. She wiped the dusty surface of the book with her own bare hands.

thought sadly. Perhaps she will be able to finish it tonight. I stood up and took a step toward the door. I stopped abruptly when I realized something. Something about that book suddenly felt wrong. I shook my head, trying to convince myself otherwise. It wasn' t necessarily the book itself that was bothering me. It' s the fact that the author never once mentioned Emily being born. How come no one ever mentioned it? Wasn't it obvious enough that she was born during the middle of the 1800s? Did everyone forget about Emily when she was young? It was probably a coincidence. Right? Maybe it is nothing. I tried to convince myself. After a few seconds I picked up the glass and went upstairs to pu

Lois whispered into her ears, she was very sure Garrett heard her just fine. Emily raised her head slightly, but she didn't look directly at the king. Her body trembled in the presence of someone who held the power to end her life at any moment. She was unsure how to behave in front of him. "Why don't you tell the king who you are?" Lois asked. "I am Emily, an Omega. Thank you for not killing me and for bringing me here, sir," Emily wrote in her book. Lois showed the book to Garrett, who said nothing.

When I met Anne, I had a younger sister. Ethan's Grandma didn't say a word. It was as if he was waiting for his grandson to continue, which Ethan did. "Honestly, Lily Iris works at HBLE," I heard the two gasp at what Ethan said. "She's handling me through glam team. We're working together..." "What? That's not allowed? The heck Ace! You're ruining yourselves." I bowed to what Ethan's older brother said. I'm ashamed. Because his older brother is right. But... I know I'm not the only one who said this. Can you hold back your feelings for someone?

It sounded like something out of a bedtime story. "But why me?" Emily blurted out, her voice laced with disbelief. "I can barely even shift, let alone fight some great evil!" Anya, the healer with fire in her eyes, stepped forward, "Because, Emily," she said gently, "you are the one we've been waiting for. Your powers haven't fully awakened because you were in the wrong place. You only possess a fraction of your true potential." Emily stared at the robe, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. Could they be right? Was there some truth to their fantastical story? Anya's words echoed in her ears – a leader, a champion… that wasn't her.

Melissa sniffled, wiping tears off the corner of her eyes. "What happened? Who was that?" Em said, taking closer steps to where her sister was standing. "A stranger at the door asked for me. She told me to name my price and in exchange, I should stay away from Damien and also quit my job." "A stranger? Do you mean Damien's wife? The one you saw at the office?" "No. This is a different person. I don't know if she is his mistress or If she's a messenger from his wife." "What a bitch!!" Emily stormed out of the living room. She opened the door and instantly saw a car driving away.