Emmie Reads Novels & Stories

She liked Julie, but sometimes her words felt like they came with invisible strings. When they finally left the mall, Chelsea dropped Layla then Emma . “Buy See you tomorrow, Em. Don’t forget sunscreen.” As Emma walked to her room , her phone buzzed—a message from Connor. Did you survive mall madness? She smiled. Barely. But I think I’m ready for the lake now. Good. You’ll need it. Ethan’s “chill” trips never stay chill. Emma laughed softly to herself as she looked out the window of her room. Manatee High was starting to feel a little less like a dream and a little more like a life she was slowly finding her place in.

I knew the Itah clan were good at keeping their weight, but this was amusing. In everything, Emilia cleared her throat as the others gathered what was inside the luggage bag next to Emmy. I stayed looking in between them and then stood to collect my letters sent from the gentleman and Irvan. To which I was pleasantly surprised to hear Emilia ask me, “Allow us to read our letters, then you can read yours, and perhaps we can decipher if they have words of adoration or not, shall we?” I nodded in excitement at this exchange.

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.

Amy, with her vibrant personality and infectious energy, provided a perfect cover for the tension simmering just beneath the surface. The observer continued to follow them as they moved through the city, stopping at a quaint café. They chose a table outside, and the observer found a spot across the street, hiding behind a newspaper while still keeping them in sight. The observer watched as they laughed and chatted, their bond clear and strong. This was the Emily the observer remembered: lively, full of hope, and surrounded by people who cared about her.

“Alright, let’s see what kind of stuff you read.” “Liam—” “Oh wow, this guy just gazed into her stormy eyes,” I say, smirking as I skim the text. “His grip tightened on her waist, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered—” Emilia lunges for the book, her face burning. “Stop.” I hold it out of reach, chuckling. “What? This is quality content.” “Give it back.” I grin. “You want me to read out loud? Might really help with the distraction.”