Novels by Nala Rae

Emily's Pov“Emily” I took a step away from him, clutching my startled chest. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked with a mix of anger and a rising sense of alarm. He moved closer, till I could clearly see his disgusted face. “Why are you dressed like a whore?” He continued, “Is this what you wanted? To hop from one bar to the next and let men ogle at you.” I scoffed, “Last time I checked, what I do with my life is none of your business. Now, excuse me.” I tried to walk away but he grabbed my arm. “I'm not done talking.” My patience was at its limit. “Let go of me. Now!!” He released my grip, only to block my way again. “I need your help.” “In what world do you think I would actually help you. Get out of my way, Wesley.” Ignoring my words, he said “Write a book for me.” For a minute I was silent, processing the sheer audacity of the man before me. Then I burst into a round of laughter. “Are you crazy?” His face darkened. “Name y

Emily's PovI fiddled with the short dress in hopes that it would cover more of my exposed thighs. Ava–the genesis of my predicament–laughed at my futile attempts. She grabbed my hands. “Let it go Em, you look hot.” “Who knows, you might also snag a hottie tonight.” She added with a wink. Before I could respond, she was already dragging me into the fully packed bar. Geez! I didn't know that so many people came to bars. And it was damn loud. Not from music but from half drunk people talking over one another. Ava giddly navigated our way to the barman. Just when I wondered what to do about the filled up seats, Ava released my hand and suddenly tapped two young men. “Excuse me boys, would you be willing to give up your seats for me and my cute friend.” she spoke with a soft voice, batting her lashes. “What the hell is she thinking?” I screamed inside of me. Their eyes went from her to me. I felt my cheeks lit up in embarrassment. “I promise to buy you fine

“What?” The chorus came from Wesley and the two senior editors. With a smirk, Emily reiterated herself. “I'm sorry, this manuscript cannot be published. It's not good enough.” Wesley jumped to his feet, seething with anger. “Emily, are you crazy? You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?” “Mr Wesley, please calm down. I'm sure there's been a mistake somewhere.” Jane–one of the editors said, trying to pacify him. The second editor, Kent, also jumped in. “Yes, there's got to be some sort of mistake. Emily, you know this is Wesley Sterling, one of the best authors out there. He has written so many bestsellers, how can you say his work is not good enough?” Emily stared into Wesley’s eyes with a mocking gaze. “I know Mr Wesley has written many bestsellers but this one doesn't cut it. I think he needs to write something else.” He flipped out. “How dare you insult me? Is this what they do at Hasting? I demand another editor. And I want her fired!” Everytime he

Emily's Pov I blinked at the two approaching figures.“It couldn't be.” I thought to myself. But as they came to a raging halt before me, I knew it was really them. “Why did you block us, Emily?” Susan’s eyes went over me with contempt. I considered ignoring their presence but decided against it. “I didn't block you. I changed my contact.” I replied calmly. “That's no way to talk to your mother.” My eyes landed on Jane's face— her signature horrendous makeup and silly words made me chuckle. “Mother? Has your old brain forgotten the night I was disowned?” Both of them gasped. Their faces mirrored a mix of horror and surprise. “How dare you talk to your family that way?” Susan said, pointing her finger to my face. I shoved her hand away with a scoff. “We cut ties that night” I eyed Jane's figure. “And I'm no longer married to your son. How are we family?” If they were shocked before, they were now completely horrified. “You…” Susan tried to point agai

Emily’s PovAva was right. Dinner was literally to die for. Whoever the magnificent chef was, he deserved what Mr Dark Heart was paying. After the death glare, he returned back to pouring his attention on his sister while Ezra and I continued to make small talks. I was grateful when dinner came to and. At least it meant I would be leaving the dark and gloomy mansion too. Like the weirdo he was, Alex stood up and walked out without another word. Ava and Ezra began to clear the table and when I tried to join in, they immediately stopped me. “You're a guest, Emily. Don't worry we've got this.” Said Ezra with a slight wink. I tried to protest but Ava stopped me. “C’mon Em, we've got this. Why don't you take a tour of the house! We’ll be back as soon as we run this by the washer.” Defeated, I muttered “Okay.” After they were gone, I decided to take Ava's advice and take a little tour of the house. Like the tables, plates and cutleries were, everything in the

Emily walked into the company with two paper cups of fresh hot coffee–One for her, the other for Ava. She stumbled but caught herself just in time before any of the coffee could spill. Unfortunately, she couldn't save her phone in time. She picked up the fallen phone with a sigh and began inspecting it for any damage. Distracted, she barely gave her surroundings a glance. The next moment, she felt herself bumping into a wall and down went the two cups. Emily watched in horror as the coffee spilled on the figure’s hand—down to his suit and Italian shoe. She yelped in horror, also expecting the victim of her carelessness to scream in pain but was met with silence. Her eyes sought the identity of this superhero while she began to ramble out an apology. “I am so…” the words froze mid air as her eyes settled on his face. She was fucked! Emily lost her tongue and a wave of cold nervousness drenched her. For a second he remained still, glaring at her with