Watercolor Book Emily Lex Novels & Stories

“I wanted to officially introduce myself, Luna. I’m Emily Waters, your Beta and ready to do whatever you need me to do. I’m aware our situation is complicated … and I don’t really know what else to say other than, sorry.” Reese regarded Emily. She had soft brown eyes, the colour of milky chocolate, her strawberry blonde hair had a coppery shine to it and she could see the temptation Drake had struggled with. Her wolf reached out to Emily’s and her Luna aura took over. Emily’s wolf submitted without hesitation and Reese got the feeling that Emily would fight in her corner until her dying day. She didn’t want to like the woman but it was good that she did, since they’d be working closely with

Alexander slowly closed the file. "This is bigger than I thought." Later that afternoon... Unable to remain inside her room, Emily wandered into the mansion's private library. Towering bookshelves stretched from floor to ceiling. The scent of old paper filled the air. She had always loved books. As a child, her mother used to read stories to her before bedtime. A bittersweet smile crossed her lips. "I miss you, Mom." She wandered through the shelves until something caught her attention. An old family photo album rested on a wooden table.

From what I had done. Four attempts before this one. The first time, the letters were too neat. Emily never wrote neatly. Her handwriting slanted left, against all logic, the way a left-handed person might write if forced to use the right hand. The second attempt, I made it too messy, too angry. Emily's anger was quiet. Passive-aggressive. The third and fourth were closer, but the 'e' was wrong. Emily always looped her 'e' like a little eye. I kept making it a circle.

“Exactly. The woman I was needed someone to listen, so I became that person later.” Jake leaned forward. “You still carry her. I see it sometimes. Not as weight but as wisdom.” Emma reached across and took his hand. “She brought me here.” Later, as Lila painted watercolors in the kitchen, Emma stood by the window watching the late summer breeze stir the tall grasses. Something about the quiet felt richer lately like her silence was no longer a retreat but a resting place. She’d received another email that morning. A producer wanted to adapt her book. Film rights, screenwriters, a possible casting list. Claire was thrilled.

Used to the antagonism, Lyra just bows her head slightly to any elder she passes and continues her journey anyway. It took so much time before they were able to locate an old library downtown. They entered and walked to the counter. Emily talked with the library worker, got a card and paid some coins. Then, they went through the shelves. Lyra went through each pages of books with so much happiness on her face. Tears prickled her eyes because these books reminded her of a life that once was hers. Emily doesn't understand a thing and wasn't really a lover of books but it doesn't matter. She's so used to making her princess's happy. Being happy from her princess's happiness.

Her feelings and hormones teamed up to agitate her body into a feverish state. The memory of that kiss haunted her. The taste of Byron's lips mingled with the forest and waterfall scents, the solid pressure of his body from thigh to chest... the way he kissed her... and the way his face looked close up, so perfect and sensual... How could she get her supplies ready for class with thoughts like these running through her mind? Emily threw all the paint and brushes she could find into her case and headed for the studio. Her new student, Katie, showed up right on time. She was a thin, tall girl of about sixteen dressed in a neon green top and leather mini skirt.

He likes her. I don’t know what the voice is. I don’t know why it shows up sometimes and not others. I call it the love spirit because it only ever comments on people’s feelings, crushes, connections, sparks. Stuff I shouldn’t know. Stuff I can’t explain. And now I’m stuck between them, watching Emily try to pretend she’s not melting and Drake try to pretend he’s not staring at her like she hung the moon. “Um,” Emily says, clearing her throat. “We should… find Raven’s book.”

she gestured towards the bottle. "Because there's so much beauty around us, Emily," Alex answered, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. "You deserve to experience it fully, without the haze of alcohol clouding your vision." Reluctantly, Emily agreed to give it a try. As they strolled hand in hand, Alex pointed out the delicate petals of flowers, the rustling leaves, and the joyful laughter of children playing nearby. Gradually, Emily's grip on the bottle loosened, and a glimmer of curiosity sparked within her.

Lexa turned to face the Luna and couldn't deny Emilia was one kind of a rare unique beauty. Her silk like skin was spotless, and it glowed pretty despite, how the room was a little bit dark, but nonetheless she parted her lips slightly, " Yes, I am." Emilia made a throaty sound like she agreed with her, and she nodded. " So, can you tell me about yourself?" Emilia was curious to know about Lexa and with how she was looking at the young teen, she could detect Lexa was the same age as her daughter.

She stopped in front of Lexi, clutched her shoulder, and shook her aggressively as she ordered her to say the truth. Lexi looked at her; a dark glint flashed across her eyes as their eyes met, and on the corner of her lips was an ambiguous smile. Immediately, her emotionless stares were replaced with pathetic stares, and the tears flowed out of her eyes. "What do you want me to say, Emily? What do you want me to do? Why do you keep painting me badly? Isn't that the same reason your brother divorced me in the past? Because you went to lie to him about me. Why don't you let me be after leaving your life? What else do you want from me?" Lexi hurled questions at her. Her voice was shaky and croa