Novel & Cerita Unscented Novel Emilia And Wesley

Emily’s POV. The air smelled of salt and cedarwood, blending with the fragrances of the flowers hung on the walls. I tried to read the book in my hands, but my thoughts were disjointed, images from my nightmares flashed in my head and I shut the book. It's been hours since we left the shores of Azalea, hours since I left the main deck of the Great Carrack, and joined my mother in the great cabin. Exhaling, my gaze darted across the windows, to my father and his men working tirelessly under the afternoon sun.

“Just tell me one thing. Since he hasn't hurt her, why then is she still here? Why hasn’t he let her go?” Micheala paused at the door, her back facing me. “Because she’s different. And Mr. Romenetti doesn’t let go of what he thinks belongs to him.” The door slammed shut, leaving me in the dark again. I slumped against the wall, staring at the untouched plate of food. My stomach growled, but I didn’t care. My mind was spinning too fast. Emily’s alive. But for how long? And what did Micheala mean by ‘she’s different’?

Emilia caught sight of her amazed expression and laughed, "It's nice, isn't it?" She asked, helping Alice out of the car, "Come on inside!" She followed Emilia up to the door and stepped inside, timidly. She took her shoes off and placed them neatly aside, following Emilia up to her bedroom. As she first looked into her room, she immediately gasped and was unable to stifle it this time.

That morning i tried escaping after being kidnaped i remember almost hitting a car , the beeping sound rings in my ear each time reminding me i should have died back then . Im scared of the dark. The dark was where i lived for a month where i experienced memories i wish i could forget. Im scared of crowded places. Im scared when i sit at quiet places. I knocked on Josy's door as I thought of what to say .I heard a faint come in and I walked into her room . Josy I'm done with what you asked for ." Yay!! Riley , have a seat you are one step away from achieving your goal . Can I have a look

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

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

The front page is full of folders; each folder contains different types of cases, from old to the newest cases, which have been resolved or unresolved. But Jefferson's movement stopped again when Howard took his mouse and pulled it away from Jefferson along with his notebook and pencil. "Jefferson, look at me. This is an important thing. Don't you know how lucky you are because Kaylee likes you? She is like a flower surrounded by a dozen bees, but she only allows one bee standing at the end of the garden to take her honey."

He found himself stuck in his car, directly in front of a small and cheap looking bakery. The aroma of freshly baked goods wafted through the air, and as he gazed out of his car window. His eyes fell upon a vision of innocence and beauty that would forever change the course of his life. Emilia, then just eighteen years old, was a frequent visitor of the bakery. Her eyes sparkled with youth and her smile was as warm as the summer sun. In such a heat of the day he found a soothing fresh and cold wind, he felt like that. The honking of the cars went unheard of him.

Sold to the Empress as a gift, I expected cruelty. I didn't expect her to freeze the moment our eyes met — like winter itself had struck her. "You will do," the Empress said. "The rest of you may stop pretending to breathe." She bought me as a pet. She has no idea I was trained since childhood to kill her. She also has no idea why I keep forgetting to hate her. Seraphine rules a fantasy empire where everyone is a knife — and she is the sharpest of them. I am the assassin hidden in her court, disguised as her newest pet: serving her wine, pouring the poison away, and forgetting, a little more each day, why I was sent to her. A GL dark romance of palace intrigue and slow-burn

Lucia’s POV Emilia held onto an older man, crying her eyes out. “She has to go! She has to go! I don’t care. She has to—” “Emilia, you are screaming far too late at night. I would think you wolves would be more considerate about each other and your sensitive hearing,” I said, coming down the stairs. Reese sat on the chair beside the man, both of them staring at me. In unison, their eyes darkened as they smelled my scent.