Emma Cline Books Novels & Stories

“I prefer variety. Keeps life interesting.” “How thrilling,” I deadpanned. Claire sighed heavily beside me, rubbing her temples. Alec ignored my sarcasm. “What about books?” he asked her, clearly trying to move on. “Are you much of a reader?” “She doesn’t like books with predictable endings,” I answered smoothly. “She likes a little unpredictability. Something that actually makes her think.” Alec turned to Claire this time, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Do you plan to answer any of my questions yourself, Mia Bella, or will your—brother—continue speaking for you?”

I really had to find the locket, I turned back to the shelves, my movements jagged. Ping. An email flashed on my monitor and I glanced at it. It was a reminder from my lead associate about the Pacific Heights Gala tomorrow night. I stared at the screen for a moment, and then brushed it off. I’ll get ready and head for work instead, maybe the distraction from the office is exactly what I need right now. CLAIRE’S POV I tried to lose myself in the land grants, focusing on the 1890 signatures, but the ink blurred into memories of Ethan’s hands. Every time I moved, the slight ache between my thighs reminded me of my betrayal.

Claire brings a huge cake, decorated with dinosaurs and books. "Aunt Claire!" the boys run to hug her. Alex hugs me from behind as we watch the scene. "Happy?" he asks. "At peace," I answer. My new book rests on the table: "Hidden Truths - How Silence Almost Won". In the dedication, a simple message: "For Oliver and Noah, Who taught me that the best stories are those we have the courage to tell. And for Claire and Sarah Bennett, Who showed us the price and value of truth." "SOPHIA HAWTHORNE LEADS BESTSELLERS LIST: 'Hidden Truths' Revolutionizes the Publishing Market"

Pearl yells at the closed door and Gwen giggles. Slowly the other women file in. I load up a bowl of potato soup that Julie brought. She even fried up some bacon to sprinkle on top and I think I've died and gone to Heaven. Gwen's new recipe for spinach dip feels like an orgasm in my mouth and I decide to ask Ev to do every book club with me forever, if only for the snacks. I listen as they talk about the book. We're on the downward swing of it now, the main conflict resolved with only the aftermath of the battle left to go through. It's a more emotional part of the story and I'm surprised Pearl even read it.

I snarl. Marco shrugs. “The author had to hold back. There’s a limit to how horrifying you can make a story.” We’re by the pool when he hands me another. This one isn’t crime. It’s a non-fictional book about getting over and accepting the death of your loved ones. I throw it at him, hard. It hits his chest. He doesn’t flinch, but his face twists in what I desperately hope is embarrassment. Claire dangles her legs over the water, staring at the still surface of the pool like she wants it to answer something. I remember what she said the night before: Zeke is too confusing. I haven’t figured him out yet. I don’t know what he’s hoping to do.

She wanted to ride Sugar to Maggie’s house and find her there sitting on the porch petting Angus, like she had so many times before. She found herself wandering the house and settling in the upstairs den. She pulled Maggie’s book from the bookshelf, holding its bulk to her chest lovingly. It smelled like Maggie. She filled her lungs with its scent. It was all she had left of her dear friend. Opening up the pages, she landed on the section of angels. Surely such a pure soul of Maggie was one now. “Her soul has returned to her other incarnation. Fear not, for she is happy,” Liam said warmly.

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

“You're lying, Clyde. All you've done has been nothing but lie and cheat. I rather believe Carrington than you. That way, I know that Carrington wants me for something. But, you, I don't know what to believe. You're like someone who has bipolar. Are you automatically telling me that you have a twin?” “Yes, Emma. Clive… He orchestrated it all,” Clyde confessed, his voice laden with sorrow. “He manipulated Emily, used her as his pawn. The killings, the torment inflicted upon you, it was all his doing. He reveled in your suffering, in the destruction of your life.” Emma's hand balled into a fist, her knuckles turning white. Conflicting emotions raged within her—anger, grief, and a flicker of ho

Hello everyone, I hope you are enjoying Grace and Eli's journey so far. There is a lot more in store for them still to come! My new book, For the Love of a Guardian, went live today. This book will tell Clint and Lily's story. It starts as a prequel when they are 17/18 years old, but will go through the time frame of the first two books (Broken Warrior and Guardian Angel).

★Tina's POV★ When Emma left the office I smiled because I was hoping that this is the best opportunity for me to steal the books. So I gives out a brief and joyance smile with my mouth and heart. And I seriously ran to the table to pick up the books. Wow the books really look strange with the way it was being design but although it doesn't look scary. Again I thought of what to do because I was ordered by Minsk that I should bring all the 24 books of chaos.