Emmeline Book Novels & Stories

“Esmerelda, what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” I don’t know who was more shocked by the words that poured forth from that handsome mouth with eye catching straight and -dentist whitened- teeth. From the look of shock on Melanie and Nora’s face, it was clear that they hadn’t expected such a comment any more than I had. “Esmerelda Sleuth is her full name,” Melanie giggled, with emphasis on my last name of Sleuth. “Here’s the best of it. She’s an investigator! Get it? Esmerelda Sleuth is a sleuth!”

No nonsense not our dear womanizer. Eleanor ate her breakfast, then went to the balcony to read a little, it was a book about the empire's history. She wanted to learn about what she didn't know since the book at Elheim were all outdated. As she was reading she thought about Elheim 'I miss Elheim, even though there was some sad moment. Still I had a lot of good moment too with Eli, and Elheim was a peaceful and great place. Apart from how everyone aside from Eli thought that I was weird...you know Eli, even here they think that I am weird, so I must be cautious all the time...' Her face became sad and she uttered what she thought out loud without being aware,

she continued. “You’re right mama,there could be a mole.Blood is thicker than water and right now they’re about to find out how heavy that weight can be” Estella’s pov The linen was high-thread count, soft against my skin that felt cold and damp with sweat. My mouth felt dry and my thoughts were sluggish as I opened my eyes.I felt groggy as I tried to look around me. Then it hit me. The realization. I wasn’t in my room or at Arman’s either.

While I'm on this short break, why don't we have an interactive session where you tell me what you like and dislike about my story Emilia. I'll do my best to reply every question I get.👍 Drop your questions in the comments section and I'll reply as fast as I can.😘 Vee 💜💜💜

"If she cannot commit to this engagement then―" "I’m sorry for my lateness, Grandpa." A new voice cut in, and it was Emmeline, who strolled in through the open door left behind by Aiden’s entrance. She was dressed in a form-fitting black dress that hugged every curve, the very inch of a lady on a warpath. Amelia couldn’t help but notice there was a slight pouch at her belly― perhaps the recent news had struck her so hard that Emmeline was eating more than usual.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Melina's POV - Afternoon _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She was in the library when it happened. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Reading. Actually reading. Not just pretending to research while her mind wandered. She'd found a book about supernatural law...about contracts and bonds and what constituted consent in situations involving power imbalances. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Relevant reading. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

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.

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!

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

Elma said, “Looks like peace.” Destiny said, “It was. You should come next time.” Elma said, “I will. If I have time.” Destiny put phone down. Looked at her hard. Destiny said, “You have time now. Use it.” The words sat between them. Heavy but warm. Like a blanket. Elma nodded. Didn’t promise. Didn’t lie. Just nodded. Elma talked about the book she finally finished. Not wrote. Finished reading. 300 pages. Paper. No screen. Took her two weeks. One chapter a night.