Emmie Reads Novels & Stories

And then Jack heard the girl swear almost audibly, but then, more loudly so that he could hear, she said: - No, I can't open it, I'm here...uh...a little bit busy. - Are you washing? Jack scratched the back of his head. - Then maybe... "Well, I'm almost bathing, if you can call it that," she replied. - May I come in? - inquired the leader. - Um, I think it’s not worth it, here ... Oi! .. your f ... Jack heard a selective curse, and then there was a powerful "splash", followed by a heart-rending squeal from Emily.

An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction. I don’t torture. I don’t use violence. I just use my brain and dig a hole into the lives of every person that I dwell with. I consume. It’s either I consume information or life. Nothing is in between. “You’re new here?” Sultry seductive voice. A high-pitched voice of a woman fills my ears as I stare at the market below me. I am at one branch of this tree, looking down like a king to some shitty wolves as they made the deal to some strangers in their life.

I only managed to send her a crying emoji. She got the text and flew straight from Itania to Amestia to be there for me. I wrapped my arms around her, and my eyes started to well up with tears. "Mom, I want to break up with Mark." Mom looked at me, a little surprised. "Didn't you use to be crazy about Mark. You always said he’s the only man you’d ever consider marrying. What's up? Did you guys have a fight?" I sniffled. "What if I told you he's a bad guy who doesn't know right from wrong and I don't like him anymore? Would you be okay with that, Mom?"

I won’t, and I don’t care if it means killing a whole city of people. “Now, can we leave?” Emmi looks at me, smiling. “Fine! Actually, close your eyes and strip.” She turns and pulls a face at me. “Now, sugar. Strip, keep the lingerie on, but strip. I have a surprise.” I watch as she obeys. Removing her clothes, she stands with her eyes closed.

ALEXANDER'S POV With my back against the wall, I watch Emma seated on the edge of the bed, reading stories while patting the kids, illustrating and restoring expressively in between tiny laughters and shrill screams. She must be reading a horror fiction to them with the way her fingers claw in the air and grabs Bernice playfully.

Emma knew all wasn't close to well. Resisting the urge to hug her so she wouldn't feel how worried she was, Emma sighed in relief and continued with the book. Jemi stood beside her pulling the book out of her hand and examining the cover "pride and prejudice" she flipped a page. "I can't get past that page and it makes me want to tear at something" "Let me read it to you" she pulled the table close and sat on it. Emma lay on her side watching her squint at the book pages and it downed on her "you once use glasses?" She asked.

(HER DEAL) “WELL, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR EVERYTHING FROM THE VERY BEGINNING?” Takes a deep breath in as she braces herself and tightens the hold unto her dress. Emie looks at the both of them with conviction and proud stance, screaming in silence that she is more than ready to hear what’s coming and in between her known life and the world she walks into in total. Wherein she asks in slight shivering words, the demanding like words.

EMMA I pick up one of my study books and start to read. After a while, I stretch and get to my feet, take a walk around, use the bathroom and then sit back down on my chaise and open another book. I jump a little as I hear a soft knock on the door. I don’t say anything and the door opens. I smile as Ali walks in with a tray full of food. As she gets to the table and puts the tray down, I say,

I swallowed the words and said, “I’ll tell you when it’s the right time, Mum. But I know it’s something that’ll make you very happy.” She chuckled. “Well, now I’m curious.” “You'll find out soon. I promise.” Just then, Emma came down the stairs. “I have to go,” I told Mum. “Love you.” “Love you too, sweetheart.” I ended the call just as Emma walked up to me. “The kids are ready for us,” she said. Us. I loved the sound of that. I got up. “Thank you, Emma. For agreeing to let me read to them.” She nodded with no smile on her face, but at least she wasn't trying to kick me out yet.

My heartbeat begins to quicken and before I can stop it I’m eight years old again. One thing that I have always found very weird is that when I have these flashback, I don’t feel the pain that I must have endured. I have these little clips in time but not the memory of the pain. Instead, I feel the emotions that I felt the terror and sorrow that I was in. I felt happy at first. It was a boring day at home. I was playing in my room shaving the hair off of my barbies and designing new outfits for them out of some of my old clothes. I had always been an odd duck and never much of a girl. I liked playing in the mud and playing sports. One this particular day I was still in my pajamas because nob