Ramona Emerson Books Novels & Stories

He clicked on his most recent Word document, updated the day before, and scrolled to the top page before motioning for Emmie to come closer. She did, inching toward him and making sure the flowy summer dress she was wearing didn’t roll up too much. As her eyes focused on the screen, Ramsay carefully lay there, waiting for her reaction. They widened the moment she saw a catchy title with the words ‘a novel by R. Jones’. “No way,” Emmie exhaled, scrolling to the foreword and reading the few words that started it, already knowing this book was something most people would need a dictionary for (if their parents didn’t work as journalists). “You write!”

I parked the car and we got out of the car. - Hey guys, how was shopping? My mom asked us - Mom it was tiring, but also fun. I found what I needed and bought the first edition of “EMILY OF NEW MOON”. With Frontispiece in Color by M.L. Kirk (SIGNED). Alice told my mom - Oh, honey I am so glad for you, and what about you Emma, did you two buy anything? Mom asked - Well we bought a wallet for him, it is the same as Noah’s. Emma answered.

In the farthest corner of the library, where the dim light barely reached and the silence was thick enough to muffle even a heartbeat, Jonas stood facing the towering bookshelves. His breath hitched as Rafael's presence loomed just behind him, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body.

Luna Emma threw her arms around her mother's neck, and then they faded like ghosts, leaving me alone in the study by myself once again. I looked back at the bookshelf towards that little book. I pulled the little black book off the shelf and opened it. The book was filled with runes, but a chicken scratch version. Did Luna Emma even know how to write in English before she started to write enchantments? I groaned; I wish Pru had been with me so she could figure it out.

She also had an A-average grade and would pick re-reading Kierra Cass' Selection Series to going to a party any day. In its essence, she had basically the best of both worlds, minus the Hannah Montana hassle. Everyone knew her personality and accepted her. "Yeah," I replied as I rummaged through my bag for my notes. "How hard could it be right? Jane Austen is pretty easy." Right. Tell that to your sore back, you avid procrastinator! "Yeah, if you were from the 19th century," she grunted as she pulled her books from her locker. "No. You just have to understand the concept." I had only understood it after reading someone's essay on it online. And no, I did not plagiarize. That's bad.

He wasn’t sure if he should stand in line and wait his turn, or just wait for her to finish. With his resolve firmly in place, he got out of the truck, and walked to the bookstore. The clear glass held displays of children’s books, and Emerson’s book was right there, staring at him. A little deeper in the store, Emerson sat behind a table with a long line of people waiting for her to sign their books. Her hair was lighter now, back to her original color. It was longer, too. He couldn’t look away, and he had no idea how long he stood outside that store.

I sometimes wish that I could just lock myself in my bedroom and sleep forever. “BUZZ!” Shocked, I pull myself from my own thoughts and back into the present and realize that I’m being called on the intercom by the front office. I press my button to let them know I’m listening. “Mrs. Romero, can you please stop by the office during lunch? The principal would like to meet with you.” “Mrs. Romero is in trouble!” I hear Tanya yell “It’s okay Mrs. Romero, just don’t admit to anything. We got your back” Juan adds

Dust motes danced in the soft glow of candlelight as Emma's eyes scanned the room, eager to unravel the mysteries of her past. Elder Ethan led her to a weathered tome tucked away in a corner, its pages yellowed with age. He carefully opened it, revealing a beautifully illustrated account of the Moonrise Legacy. As Emma's eyes roamed the pages, she saw intricate drawings of werewolves, celestial events, and the intertwining of human and wolf forms. But above all, Emma’s heart was in a longing quest to know her mother. “Is my mother in this book Elder Ethan?” Elder Ethan drew a deep breath and began speaking…

CHAPTER 11 "If. If. If this all happened! I, F, - he had to hang on to those two little lettres, just one tiny two letter word. If. So much hope and dread hung in the balance on those two little blips in the alphabet! A chasm in fact."― E. A. Bucchianeri, Vocoatin of a Gadfly FLASHBACK RAMONA AGE 05 OPHELIA AGE 07 Our pace was slow, my heart was not.

Apparently, they didn't expect any words from me, and I pleased them with my silence. "Emily, can you come with me to the restroom?" Ramona asked. There was no other response but "yes," and I accompanied her, while Nora and Rochelle remained at the table. I found it strange that Ramona called me to accompany her, especially when she didn't exchange a single word with me during the time it took us to go to and from the restroom. "My son has arrived," Ramona spoke with a satisfied tone.