Unscented Novel Emilia And Wesley Novels & Stories

They’d have my head if they found out I was the one who pushed her into it and then kept the scholarship anyway. So I kept that part locked up tight. Instead I just smiled and pulled him back down for another kiss. “She’s going to regret walking in on us,” I murmured against his mouth. “By the end of tonight she won’t even want to show her face on campus.” Mike’s hands were already sliding under the sheets again. “Good,” he said. “Let her learn.” Outside, the rain had started. I could hear it hitting the window. Somewhere out there Emilia was probably walking around in it, broke and homeless for the night. I didn’t feel even a little bad.

I also implore you to be patient with me while reading this story thank you. Chapter 1: The Whispering Woods Emilia Grey stepped off the rusty bus and onto the crumbling asphalt of Ravenwood's main street. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a familiar smell that transported her back to her childhood. She hadn't set foot in this town for ten years, not since her mother's mysterious disappearance. Yet, here she was, drawn back by a cryptic letter from an unknown sender.

I was supposed to get a couple days of quiet … of rest. I lightly grabbed a handful of Emilia’s hair and inhaled it. She smelled like apples and I never wanted to forget it. It was uniquely her scent but it was covered by some kind of heavy body spray that my nose hated. I began to wiggle myself out from underneath her. I had to leave. I had to say good-bye. But I didn’t have the balls to do it to her face. To see her be upset.

Emilia's POV Sleep never came. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the Moon Goddess's voice echoing inside my head. "Trust your heart." Those words refused to leave me. The academy was strangely quiet after the Alpha Council departed, but the silence felt unnatural, as though Willowbrook itself was holding its breath. A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. "Come in." The door opened slowly. Wesley stepped inside, dressed in a simple black shirt instead of his academy uniform. The morning sunlight filtering through the curtains softened his usually intimidating appearance.

Julian skidded to a stop at the edge of a clearing, chest heaving. He looked up at the moon. Then whispered into the dark, “Don’t answer him, girl. Don’t give him what he wants.” But Emilia was already outside. Already walking barefoot toward the trees, her eyes glassy with pull and fire, her wolf fighting her bones. She didn’t know where she was going. Only that something was waiting. And the sky bled brighter to mark the path.

At first, Wesley assumed it was merely her way of passing the time, until one afternoon when Skyler handed him a tablet. "Mr. Coleman, you should take a look at this." Skyler's expression was conflicted, as though he were at a loss for words. Wesley glanced at the screen, and his face immediately darkened. It was Emma's serialized novel. After reading just a few lines, he understood—the female lead's experiences mirrored her own, down to the last detail. So, this was what she had been doing all this time—turning her scars into words, the cruelest kind of self-exposure, laying them bare online for others to dissect.

Then I heard Emilia. Her heels were clicking on the pavement. Getting closer. I didn't turn around. I didn't need to. I could smell her cheap perfume. The kind that tries too hard. It wasn't Rhiannon's scent. Rhiannon didn't need perfume. Rhiannon smelled like vanilla and rain and something warm that I could never name. Emilia smelled like a department store. I turned my head. Just enough to look at her over my shoulder. She was hurrying toward me. Her red dress was wrinkled now. The hem was dirty from the gravel. Her black bob was messy. Strands of hair stuck to her face.

~KILLIAN THANE~ Weak. Feeble. Small. If I had pressed a little harder at her neck, the sound of bones snapping would be next. The image of Emilia Monroe’s frightened eyes had refused to leave my mind since the moment in the relic room. It angered me how her scent still lingered and how my wolf had become restless with desire. A desire to claim and savage her whole till all she knew was me.

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

"A wedding, a family, and the moment I needed him most, he abandoned me and our unborn child for some woman he barely knows." The room went dead silent. Emilia's eyes snapped to mine. Her eyebrows lifted slightly, and the corner of her mouth twitched as she caught the anger in my face. "Well," she said quietly, watching Serena's performance without so much as a flicker of surprise. "Looks like we're not waiting until morning.”