Emma White Author Novels & Stories

And people who feel cornered often choose the wrong path. As evening approached, Emma returned home earlier than usual. She wanted to spend time with Ethan before night fell. Sitting on the living room floor, she spread out small pieces of fabric, sketching designs while occasionally glancing at the baby as he laughed softly. Her phone vibrated—a message from the editor: The main interview will be published tomorrow. We’re focusing on your work. Emma smiled. She closed her sketchbook, lifted Ethan into her arms, and whispered, “We’re okay.”

CHICAGO: Emma had been writing a lot lately. Writing constituted one of her hobbies and she cherished it because it gave her the liberty to create characters and manipulate fate. As a teenager, she would write poems and fictions and Pearl her mother always loved her writings. She stopped writing few years ago and would blame her schedule. Now that she had moved to Chicago and was leading a new life, she had been writing whenever she got the chance. As she lay of her bed thinking of words that will rhyme, she decided to read out the content to herself. She loves reading out loud to herself as her content take the first person in narration and it was almost as if she was speaking to herself. S

Jack, in the same shocked, hoarse voice, said: “Greetings to you, the she-wolf of the Ruling Southern Clan, the daughter of the leader Gabriel, the heiress of the Southern lands, Princess Emilia. The she-wolf growled again, looked around the entire Great Hall, or as Mike and Jer called it - ritual, and the wolves in it - no one got up and did not dare to raise their heads. "Who is Jack talking to?" a thought flashed through Emily's head. "Who is this Emilia? Where is she? And why is everyone on their knees?" and then it dawned on her. Emilia, princess, is there something? What kind of nonsense is he talking about? The girl tried to answer the leader, but instead of words there was a roar. "Y

Emma hated violence, and she had never read a book detailing such raw brutality. But this wasn't just a mere book. Someone had written it—like a twisted, violent diary. She desperately wanted to believe that it was just a random story, but if it was just normal fiction, why was she so incredibly drawn to it? What was so odd and magnetic about that black book?

Stopping mid-stairwell, her mother called out with concern, “Where are your clothes? Why were you out naked? How did you get so filthy!” “I’ll be down in a minute!” Eliza impatiently shouted as she rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. It was a logical question for her mother to ask, and understandable for her to be concerned, but it still irritated Eliza. The only child of Viviane and Arthur Eaglesworth, she’d grown up feeling stifled by her mother’s attention and excessive affections. After experiencing the freedom of single life in the city, she’d had her doubts about moving back in with them a few months earlier, but the work and financial setbacks that she’d experienc

Emma said, trying to cry but her eyes were betraying her like her heart. "Don’t worry! You will be happy after marriage! I think he likes you, that's why marrying you!" Amelia said, smiling. "God knows what is stored in my fate!" Emma said, pouting. "I know! Fifty shades of Jake!" Amelia said giggling, earning a smack on her head from Emma. ~~~~~ "Sleep early!" Her mother said, narrowing her eyes at Emma who just finished her dinner! Emma went upstairs to her room and decided to read an erotic novel from her collection which was hidden under her bed! As she opened the book, her mind collided with Jake's thoughts when he touched her intimately!

I paused as I thought back on the words I'd just read. I'd written it with the knowledge that it wouldn't come back to bite me. It obviously did. Franklin was sitting there and I'd just incriminated myself and become a hypocrite. I had done what Elizabeth Bennett had done. I had chosen against Franklin, like Elizabeth choosing against Darcy. I had been made to shut him out. To deny the boy I loved. Brielle had been my Wickham.

Ellie xo Author Update: I am excited to announce the continuation of Kate's story - Alpha Siblings - will be launched this week. Regular updates starting on February 7, 2022. Be sure to follow along Kate's journey. Ellie xo

Amelia retorted with a confident smile on her lips. Another author's note: I want to thank everyone who has been on this book since the beginning of time. I apologize for my update schedule that is really messed up. I also wanna thank my editor. This is El, and I will see you all again in the next story!

"That dark granite the previous owners had looked like a mausoleum. You have such an eye for these things, Emilka." For the next fifteen minutes, the conversation flowed with an easy, practiced rhythm. We complained about contractor delays and gossiped about a mutual friend's disastrous charity gala. Evelyn was completely in her element, vibrant, witty, and entirely engaged. It was so easy to slip into the old familiarity, to remember why I had always valued her. She was the one person in this family who had never made me feel like an outsider. But every time the car slowed down in traffic, my mind raced. Was Damian truly stuck in that boardroom, a victim of his boss's sudden demands? Or was