Emmie Reads 소설 & 이야기

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!”

Amery's eyes glinted in confusion. "My baby's name is Mimi," Emery pursed her lips. She dug the cutleries into the food in front of her. She took a spoonful of rice and chewed gently. Benhail and Amery always seemed to get along so well. Emery liked that, she secretly watched as they conversed with each other like they were best friends.

“Tell me I am wrong, Rence. I dare you.” “YOU ARE TALKING NONSENSE, EMMIE!” I am dumbfounded. My eyes keep on exchanging to my mother then to my father as they speak. While Lawrence is turning red and about to throw his plate to my mother, Emelie leisurely eats her salad. This woman is really something. I am confident that she can beat the couple with just her words. This is not the first time that she did this to Papa and Mrs. MIranda. And everytime I witness it, I can't help but feel mixed emotions. But mainly I was surprised.

Why she hasn't learned to make attack plans faster is beyond me. Hiding an amused smile, I bring myself back to the present. Emma is reading again, her bookmark twirling in her fingers and her book open on her lap, so the room is silent. So silent I can hear the slight chatter going in outside. Mariam's voice finds me, as does Richard's, and I can hear a nurse somewhere calling for a Dr. Rodriguez. It's all boring to me.

Unfortunately, Gabe wasn’t feeling half as good as he should, especially when Emiline might still be in danger. * * * * The next afternoon, Emmie visited with her mother in Mrs. Winterbourne’s flower garden. Emmie and her mother sat at one of the decorative tables sipping tea, enjoying the fresh air. A warm wind blew against her cheek, stirring a lock of hair against her skin. It didn’t bother her. She vowed not to let menial things disturb her any longer. Life was too important to waste being upset or sad. She glanced across the yard to the road on the other side of the fence. Not many people walked by today, but then she had noticed this part of town wasn’t as busy as the inn where the Cra

“What should we do first? Maybe explore the backyard? Or we could find a game?” Esme was silent for a long moment, her little brow furrowed in thought. Her bags felt heavy in her hands, a physical reminder of the new life she was trying to step into. Just as she was about to suggest something else, Esme looked up. “You can read to me.” Relief washed over Ellie. She smiled. “I would love to. What book do you want? What’s your favorite book?”

Astrid cheered her on. While they were waiting for the event to start, she went to the bathroom when she chanced upon Emmie, who was running towards a man walking down the hall. “Daddy, are you back from your exchange program? Thank you for the gift, I love it!” “What gift?” Isaiah pried Emmie away from his legs and reacted with a sharp frown. “This pearl bag over here!” Juno also appeared and greeted him with a warm smile. “The courier says it’s for Emmie.”

Alexandra POV “Hey, Azeal and I are going out. Do you want to come?” Emmie asked; she popped into my room wearing a fabulous red dress that showed off her lovely legs. “What?” Azeal asked from behind her. She turned to him. “I’m not going to let her spend the night alone!” “Why not?” I chuckled and shut my textbook. “You guys go ahead. I’ve got a lot of schoolwork to catch up on. At least I can still look forward to graduating.”

“Alright, let’s see what kind of stuff you read.” “Liam—” “Oh wow, this guy just gazed into her stormy eyes,” I say, smirking as I skim the text. “His grip tightened on her waist, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered—” Emilia lunges for the book, her face burning. “Stop.” I hold it out of reach, chuckling. “What? This is quality content.” “Give it back.” I grin. “You want me to read out loud? Might really help with the distraction.”

Aurora grinned. God, I can’t wait for my kids to say cute little mispronunciations. I placed Dante down on the ground and stood back up to greet Amelie. “Hi Amelie,” I said, smiling. “Hello, little Miss Emma.” Emma is the cutest little girl. She’s a lot smaller than her siblings, but you can tell behind her big, beautiful brown eyes that she’s an old soul. She always looks at you like she’s trying to read you and evaluate.