Emmie Reads Novels & Stories

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

They were around ten in number but Emma had no issues. Working with Emma for two years, Claire also by now had a good idea about Emma’s extraordinary skills. Her eyes glittered with hope and a small smile adorned her face when Emma without throwing tantrums, took the bundle from her hand and started reading them. Emma had her college till 5 p.m. but fortunately today she had no classes in the evening. After returning home, she changed her clothes which were a simple white full sleeves cotton shirt and black trousers. Usually, she wears sneakers cause they’re comfortable but for the grand event, she chose black heels. Her silver hair was tied with a black scrunchie and she was wearing a beaut

“You got big.” “I'm TWO!” James held up three fingers. “That's three fingers,” Sophia laughed. “We are still working on counting.” “Two!” James tried again, managing to hold up one finger this time. “Close enough,” Killian said solemnly. “Two is very important.” “Ant Yemmy!” James twisted in Killian's arms to stare at me with frank curiosity. “That's right,” I said, stepping closer. “I'm Aunt Emmy.” He studied me for a long moment, then reached out to pat my face with sticky toddler hands. “Pretty.”

Just as Mrs. Williams closed the drawer, she heard a soft knock on her door. Emma walked in without waiting for any response. Her face was pale, her hands clutching her phone tightly. We need to talk," Emma said, her voice barely steady. Mrs. Williams gestured for her to sit, amazed at the sight of Emma’s shaken expression. She wasn't expecting her to come forward so soon. “What is the matter, Emma?” “I got a message,” Emma said, trembling slightly as she handed the phone over. She read the message with Emma sitting across her table. "You're in over your head. Walk away, or you'll regret it."

Then she answered. “What are you doing?” Sofia asked. “Reading.” “Still?” “Yes.” Sofia hesitated. “You sound different.” “I am.” “In what way?” Emily looked at the letters. “Informed.” Sofia laughed lightly. “That’s dramatic.” “No,” Emily said quietly. “It’s not.” She ended the call. She returned to the table and sat down. She picked up the first letter again. This time, she did not read as a daughter. She read as someone studying a system.

Emery has his eyes squinted at her as she looks down at her manicured nails without a single glance at him. ''I'm everywhere,'' She smirks. I laugh at her statement before receiving a glare from Emery, seeing that he's not really satisfied with his sister. I immediately stop laughing, only smiling due to his glares; he might want to rip me apart and it's not in a kinky way but in a deathly way. ''Emery, you'll be joining for another horse riding today. Free your time around two,'' Genevieve says, standing up and walk towards her bookshelves; eyeing every corner—choosing a book to read.

A moment later, she finally understood what they were implying and quickly spoke up to correct them. “Hold in, no I didn’t do whatever it is your all thinking about right now, okay? I swear, I only read books and watching TV and movies. Either that or I would continue training myself.” Emmie was telling g the truth. Whenever she alone at home, she was nothing and productive. Her favourite things to do was Learning and she liked martial arts. Training running and punching.. she loves all kind of martial arts. They allowed her to stay young. Her friends were rendered speechless. It would be unbelievable if those words were utter by any other person, but this was Emmie, she would not lie to th

“I once told you that you can’t be smart at Southside high… The teachers aren’t good and you’re not learning much, so if the Viper leader’s already nerdy son revealed the fact that he was driven by writing, I’d be over.” Emmie sharply exhaled as she shook her head in disgust. “Why can’t a person do what they want with their life and just leave others alone?” “Not everyone’s as kind as you are,” he said, eyes admiring the small smile which appeared on her lips at that. “Um… Can I read the first chapter?” she timidly said, scared of rejection. “Sure. But I’m still composing it, and probably will change something when I re-write it later. I haven’t even proofread it yet.”

Amery's eyes glinted in confusion. "My baby's name is Mimi," Emery pursed her lips. She dug the cutleries into the food in front of her. She took a spoonful of rice and chewed gently. Benhail and Amery always seemed to get along so well. Emery liked that, she secretly watched as they conversed with each other like they were best friends.

“Tell me I am wrong, Rence. I dare you.” “YOU ARE TALKING NONSENSE, EMMIE!” I am dumbfounded. My eyes keep on exchanging to my mother then to my father as they speak. While Lawrence is turning red and about to throw his plate to my mother, Emelie leisurely eats her salad. This woman is really something. I am confident that she can beat the couple with just her words. This is not the first time that she did this to Papa and Mrs. MIranda. And everytime I witness it, I can't help but feel mixed emotions. But mainly I was surprised.