Emily Strange Book Novels & Stories

I knew I had to act quickly to decipher the meaning and prevent the impending disaster. I rushed back to the main camp, where Nathanial and the others were still strategizing. Bursting into the tent, I found their concerned gazes fixed on me. "Emily, what's wrong?" Nathanial asked, stepping forward. "I had a vision," I replied breathlessly. "It showed me a dark force, an ancient cave, and a book with cryptic symbols. We need to find that book—it holds the key to understanding and stopping Gabriel's plans." Nathanial's eyes widened, and he exchanged a glance with Eleanor. "A book with symbols? That sounds like something we might find in the old town library. It's been abandoned for years, but

We sit there and talk about a way to get our hands on those babies. “We only need the girl. Plus we still need Emerald. The babies will be powerful but not even near as powerful as her.” Mom says. “She is right.” Alaynia comments. Alaynia explains that she remembers seeing a strange mark on the back of Emerald's neck when they were younger. She never gave it much thought until she was going through an old book of her grandmothers and ran across that same mark. The rest of us sit there in shock when she explains that Emerald is elemental. She pulls out the book, and we sit there and read it. Well fuck, this girl is special. I look at Samyra, and I can tell she is surprised too. I ha

* * Chloe's pov: The woman whom I got to know that she doesn't have a husband, took good care of me. She said her name is Emily and her husband died about three years ago and she doesn't have a child. I got to know so many things about her and when she had asked me about myself, I told her briefly about myself. She had been so shocked and utterly speechless when I told her I wasn't from Earth. She didn't quite believe me though but she didn't question me. In her house, there are so many strange things. The previous day, I had broken what she called a television because I saw strange people in it.

“So, Miss Sleuth, I understand that you’ve had quite an adventure.” “Esmerelda,” I said, softly. “Call me Esmerelda.” He nodded. “Alright. Esmerelda, can you tell me a bit about what happened?” I hesitated going into detail with someone in the medical profession. It was such a crazy story. What if he thought me just that? What if he thought me crazy? Sure, he was a member of the society, but that didn’t mean that he’d been exposed to all that there is out there. What if his knowledge of the paranormal is more limited than that of Lance or Killian?

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

I fled the aerie, elevator plummeting to the underground garage, shadows swallowing the light. The concrete abyss reeked of oil and rubber, my SUV a black pearl in the dim rows. Keys bit my palm as I approached, heels echoing isolation. Then—movement. A wall of scarred muscle materialized from pillars, ginger crop under fluorescents, ice-blue eyes feral.

I carefully opened the book, the pages crackling with age, and began to read. The text was written in an ancient script, difficult to decipher, but the more I read, the more a sense of dread settled over me. It spoke of a rare lineage of wolves, ones with powers that could either save or destroy. My heart pounded as the descriptions started to match what I had seen in Emily, the strange glow in her eyes, the way her presence had started to affect those around her, even me.

Hearing that she had stopped speaking her mum turned her face to her saying " The book ended with her dying . That's the story . "How did you feel while reading it ?" I felt like I was back to my old self with my problems gone ."Good that what I wanted to hear . Today's book is titled Emily it's a teen book ,can't wait for you to come back tomorrow and narrate it ." Same thanks Josy . I sat on the bench as I opened the book titled Emily. Life can sometimes hit you real bad. To think that you will wake up everyday and see that beautiful face . That face that means the world to you . To come back from work and be greeted by that person .

The hallway between third and fourth period was always chaotic, but today it felt electric. I spotted Emily Kane walking with her books clutched tightly to her chest like a shield. She kept her head slightly down, trying to blend in, but something about her made that impossible. I moved deliberately and bumped into her harder than necessary. Books exploded across the marble floor. Papers scattered everywhere. The entire hallway slowed to watch what the king of Westbridge would do next. She looked up sharply. Up close, she was striking, warm skin, determined eyes, and lips pressed into a tight, angry line.