Emmeline Book Novels & Stories

And with that Emilia slipped away, back into the party. Now alone, Delilah glanced at the sleek black book in her hand. According to the news, Emilia had made millions of Euros from the book sales. Everyone has been gushing about how hot, explicitly raw and delicious the book was. Emilia writing about sex and making millions from it was the last thing Deliah or anyone expected from her. Jax wasn’t giving her the kind of sex required to write such as heated erotica novel. Except she was cheating and getting that heated sex elsewhere.

Emmeline wanted to be mentally and emotionally distant, she wants to be absent-minded just like she had been from the past centuries. Just gazing at Amber made Emmeline's heart swell inside her chest. She was so small, dressed in a pair of jeans and silk top, a cloak was draped around her shoulders, covering her back. Not even a week ago Emmeline was living in the guilt of killing her own blood and when she had come to know that her daughter was alive. She was so happy, she had sobbed in relief in Darach's arms but now it feels like she had to carry more grief on her shoulders than before.

MELISSA'S POV I climbed down the stairs yawning from tiredness. I didn't go to bed on time last night because I couldn't stop watching the late night fashion show displaying. I loved the way they all dressed and spoke eloquently. I really want to be like that, go to school and be able to speak that way. I would talk to Asher about it, maybe he would get me a teacher so I could able to read and write. The little knowledge I have, I learnt from princess Melissa's books which helped me to understand most of human language.

Emmeline's voice came out as a mortified squeak. She wanted the bed to swallow her whole. This was officially the most mortifying conversation of her entire life. "This is practical information you need," Aida said briskly, finishing with the salve and helping Emmeline close her legs carefully. "Trust me, you'll be the one pinning him to the bed and demanding he fill you. And with a body like yours, you'll have him wrapped around your finger." "I will not," Emmeline protested weakly and her face was still burning, unintentionally wondering if Aida might be right. The woman seemed to know everything.

Emily would listen, nodding politely, but her mind was always elsewhere, lost in memories of her brothers and the life she had left behind. Inishola, perceptive and understanding, gave her space. He sensed her sadness and tried to comfort her in his way, providing her with books to read and encouraging her to explore the vast estate. He even arranged for her to have her horse, a beautiful black mare named Nyx, hoping that riding might bring her some joy.

Bardie glanced at the left while looking a little down and she saw Elin winking at her while walking away. Her blood boiled and she become enraged, “That scheming b*tch!” she shouted and got another glare from the fat toiled keeper. “How dare you call me scheming after breaking the knob. Let me teach you all a lesson inside the wash room,” the fat keeper said and pushed them back inside the washroom. Huh! The door knob was quite weak but it is good that I didn’t get into trouble rather it worked well for me, now lets get back to study hard. Elin clenched her fist and become enthusiastic when she thought about studies.

Images of Emmeline – Gray's spawn, the very embodiment of betrayal – haunted me, her presence lingering in my mind like a ghost. I pictured her in my bed, in countless positions, each one more alluring than the last. Her eyes, like sapphires shining in the dark, seemed to mock me, tempting me with their secrets. Was I losing my mind? How could I even think of claiming the traitor as my own? The mere idea was a betrayal to everything I stood for – honor, loyalty, and the unyielding pursuit of justice. Yet, with each passing day, my resolve weakened, my thoughts consumed by the forbidden allure of Emmeline.

Emelia did not understand why the woman spoke so casually about a man as cold as Fredrick Camfrey like he was some toddler on best behavior. To her, the man was not only the coldest but the meanest. He was full of himself and she could never see him in the same light as the nana before her. Emelia did not want to break the pitiful woman's heart, hence she settled for the option of keeping her thoughts to herself. One year was all she had to put up with before the clock hit and she would once again be single and free as a bird. “Yeah…I do like reading,” Emelia replies reluctantly. She walks over reaching out for the books and unexpectedly, every book on the shelf was not only from her favorit

What was in it for her? I shake off the negativity brewing around me like a readying storm; distancing myself from any plague-like thoughts surrounding the ancient witch that once caused so much bloodshed, pushing her far from my mind before committing to the last page enclosed, waiting to be read. A heavy frown paints my face when the last memoir presents itself, a wave of confusion washing over me as I realise Emmeline’s portrait appears to be missing next to the collection of details describing her unforgettable reign. The only confirmation of its once definite presence being the jagged shards of torn paper left behind in its place, poking out from the books large withering spine.

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.