Twisted Book Emily Novels & Stories

As if I didn’t belong there, standing beside Aleksander like I mattered. Then she turned and walked away. Aden followed, his fists clenched, muttering something under his breath. I looked at Aleksander, waiting to see if he’d say something. He didn’t. He just reached for my hand. And for a second… I felt like maybe we made it through. But I also knew people like Emma don’t just walk away. Not when they lose. Not when revenge is still burning in their chest. This wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning of what they’d do next.

CHAPTER 1: BLOOD. July 3rd,1996. "I can't believe I'm on my knees begging you to spare my life"Tobias O'Connell muttered, bitterly to Wyatt Gentry whom he had supposedly called his best friend for so many years. This bestfriend now held him at gunpoint. "If you had just listened to me,it wouldn't have gotten to this point"Wyatt thundered. Their voices woke eight years old Damien from sleep. Everywhere was dark.

Boy loses Girl Emily flipped through the well worn pages of the book, it had some words underlined, and some commentary written under some lines. She flipped for a while and decided to return the book when a white envelope fell out from the book onto her feet. Emily stooped down to pick the time-worn envelope, the paper yellowed and brittled with age. The script on the front was unfamiliar, a looping masculine hand that whispered a past life, but it had her name scribbled in front.

William asked after seeing the light frown on Emily's face. Emily shook her head and replied, "no, not really. I just seemed to have forgotten the question that I had to ask you." She looked up at William and caught sight of a small picture at the front cover of the book that he was reading. She pointed to the book and asked, "what is the book that you are reading though?" "Oh, this old thing?" He laughed and closed the book shut. "It is just some old story on spells and witches and the rest. Nothing that would interest you."

Emily replied in a harsh tone. “Then who did you manage to pay me back?” Brian asked in a muddled tone. “I borrowed it from Ralph” Emily replied casually. “WHAT?” Brain asked in astonishment. “You heard it right” was Emily’s nonchalant reply. “You are doing all this for my evil twin brother, isn’t it?” Brian asked in a furious tone. The thought of Emily taking so many efforts just to be with Edmund was boiling his blood even more. “Yes, very true” Emily didn’t even try to deny.

Greta followed, still smirking, tossing one last glance back at Emily like she’d won something. Emily stood frozen until they were gone, her nails digging into her palms. She had done it. She had broken Lizzy’s heart. And Lizzy would hate her for it. Which meant Lizzy would live. ** Emily closed her bedroom door and leaned against it, the click of the latch sounding far too loud in the quiet. Her hands were trembling. She dropped the book onto the desk and sank into the chair, pulling open the drawer where her battered journal notebook lay hidden. She flipped it open, the blank page staring back at her. For a long moment, she just sat there, pen hovering above the paper, her breath uneven. T

thought sadly. Perhaps she will be able to finish it tonight. I stood up and took a step toward the door. I stopped abruptly when I realized something. Something about that book suddenly felt wrong. I shook my head, trying to convince myself otherwise. It wasn' t necessarily the book itself that was bothering me. It' s the fact that the author never once mentioned Emily being born. How come no one ever mentioned it? Wasn't it obvious enough that she was born during the middle of the 1800s? Did everyone forget about Emily when she was young? It was probably a coincidence. Right? Maybe it is nothing. I tried to convince myself. After a few seconds I picked up the glass and went upstairs to pu

“You don’t want to know what I would do to you, Emily.” “I didn’t do anything!” Emily stammered, her face pale. “I just… I just said it by mistake.” “By mistake?” Mrs. Opaline snapped. “Who blurts out something like that by mistake? Saying someone read the wrong books? Who says that?” I straightened and looked straight at Emily. “I’ll tell you what happened. Emily swapped my books.” The room went still. “When Darius got the books for me, she went into my room, took them, and replaced them with hers so I would study the wrong ones,”