Emmie Reads Novels & Stories

Why she hasn't learned to make attack plans faster is beyond me. Hiding an amused smile, I bring myself back to the present. Emma is reading again, her bookmark twirling in her fingers and her book open on her lap, so the room is silent. So silent I can hear the slight chatter going in outside. Mariam's voice finds me, as does Richard's, and I can hear a nurse somewhere calling for a Dr. Rodriguez. It's all boring to me.

Unfortunately, Gabe wasn’t feeling half as good as he should, especially when Emiline might still be in danger. * * * * The next afternoon, Emmie visited with her mother in Mrs. Winterbourne’s flower garden. Emmie and her mother sat at one of the decorative tables sipping tea, enjoying the fresh air. A warm wind blew against her cheek, stirring a lock of hair against her skin. It didn’t bother her. She vowed not to let menial things disturb her any longer. Life was too important to waste being upset or sad. She glanced across the yard to the road on the other side of the fence. Not many people walked by today, but then she had noticed this part of town wasn’t as busy as the inn where the Cra

"I bought some nice clothes for you too. You'll be meeting my friend soon." I lazily got up and picked up the paper bags and brought them to the table. "Which friend?" I asked lazily. "What for?" Emmie sat down next to me and stroked my hair as if I were a pet dog. "Are you still looking for Ericka or not?" Emmie asked cheerfully. "My friend might be able to help. He specializes in finding all things lost. People, dogs, cats, gold, even pride." Emmie burst out laughing, laughing at her own joke. I snorted softly, but I was intrigued.

Emily nodded, feeling odd—as if she were in a dream. As Damien turned to leave a horrible thought occurred to her. "Erm... d—don't read them, okay?" she stammered. "The books, I mean. Please don't read them." Damien threw his head back and cackled. "I'm just guessing here, but I don't think they'd interest me much."

Alexandra POV “Hey, Azeal and I are going out. Do you want to come?” Emmie asked; she popped into my room wearing a fabulous red dress that showed off her lovely legs. “What?” Azeal asked from behind her. She turned to him. “I’m not going to let her spend the night alone!” “Why not?” I chuckled and shut my textbook. “You guys go ahead. I’ve got a lot of schoolwork to catch up on. At least I can still look forward to graduating.”

Emma said brushing the topic off. Emma led Caleb through the corridors of the grand house, guiding him to the bathroom. As they walked, Caleb couldn't help but steal glances at Emma, taking in her graceful movements and the way the moonlight illuminated her features. He couldn't deny the strong pull he felt towards her, even if she claimed to love Alex.

I told him one afternoon, reading one of his letters. Elijah was sitting next to me, with one hand on my belly. “Emmett has included a reading plan for the first year,” he said with amusement. “What books?” I asked, frowning. “Inter-tribe political history, an introduction to defensive strategy, and illustrated animal stories,” Elijah said with amusement. “At least he added some stories,” I muttered sarcastically. “The note says they’re meant to be a break between serious topics,” Elijah said seriously. I brought a hand to my face.

She asked and the dummy nodded. “Then you are going to finish up my essay, type it, and send it to the teacher’s desk before tomorrow right?” She asked. Zach nodded gleefully like a little child given a large-sized candy. “Good boy!” And she smiled and roughed his hair like she would to a dog. It was disgusting. Emmie and her friends walked out. “Zach is so stupid!” Emmie laughed and her friends joined her. Emmie walked to her car after her friends waved her bye, they were probably going to talk about her later. I didn't know much about this stuff but Emmie was my target.

Emma gathered her belongings, slipping her brown weathered notebook into her bag alongside a trusty pen. With a renewed sense of purpose, she headed out of the office, stepping into the warm autumn air that carried the scent of fallen leaves and anticipation. The sun cast long shadows over the sleepy town, painting the world in hues of amber and gold. Her first stop was the local library, a small but cozy building tucked away on the outskirts of town. Inside, the air was tinged with the scent of old books, and the sound of rustling pages created a symphony of knowledge. Emma immersed herself in her research, poring over volumes of history, folklore, and newspaper clippings.

I was finding it harder to be around her and not to be inside her. I typed on the keyboard within my office, answering emails that had been sent to me in the past couple of days. The club, Kinks, still needed my attention as did my pack. Emma knelt on the floor by the sofa with the book on the furniture as she read. Her hands were folded underneath her breasts, and she leaned on her arms as she read. Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind.