Crazy Emilia Novels & Stories

Her voice sounded innocent, yet the message was sharp enough for Emilia to understand. I felt Emilia’s body shift beside me, and my hand tightened around her waist. “Camila has always been helpful,” I said, watching Emilia’s face. “She understands the company and knows how to handle difficult situations.” Emilia gave a small smile. “That is wonderful. Perhaps she should receive a medal for keeping you alive.”

The whole point of this campaign was to clean up his image — not to turn Emilia into some manipulative siren who tricked poor Liam into playing house. Which is hysterical, considering Emilia wouldn’t know how to seduce a plant, let alone a man. I, unfortunately, know this firsthand. “Ты знаешь, какой сегодня день?” my mother cuts in. (Do you know what day it is today?) I fire off a draft of my new Emilia-rehab pitch to Florence, then check my messages with Adrian. Emilia introduced us when we decided to go scorched earth on that walking dumpster fire, Stone.

She said and extended her hand to me, I smiled and shook it. "Hi, I'm Caliana but you already knew that," I corrected, and we both giggled. Emilia was Levy's mate, they met in England not so long ago. We talk for a while and Emilia is jolly. Her phone rings again and she frowns, excusing herself to answer. "I'm sorry guys, this woman won't stop calling me!" She hissed, glaring at it. I was left with Levy, he sighed and caressed my cheek.

She said rudely. "The place you call house is a brothel, Emilia. Dante, Adriano's cousin owns it. Adriano and Enzo forced me to work there because they wanted me out of the picture. I heard about my girls and somehow managed to escape from there. His men must be searching for me." She said while crying. My heart stopped beating. What the actual shit is she talking about? "Emilia, there is a reason why every is hella scared of Adriano. There is a reason why people don't go against him, why people don't make him angry. He is merciless and the most ruthless person anyone has ever known."

I looked up and asked, "What is it, Mom?" Smiling, she walked over to me and handed me her phone, which had the photo album opened. "This young lady is Emma's daughter. She just came back from studying abroad this year. Isn't she beautiful? I've met her in person, and she's quite nice." I took her hand. "Mom, please stop trying to set me up. I won't marry again." I knew Amelie wouldn't care whether I stayed loyal, but I needed to. Mom fell silent.

“Sir, I have no idea who you think I am—” He laughed, bitter. “You’re not going to fool me again.” But something was off. The fear in her eyes wasn’t calculated—it was real. “I’m Emilia,” she said slowly. “Emilia Moretti. I don’t know you, and I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” “now you tell me your name?” he laughed with so much darkness and evil. Their conversation was interrupted when Liam, Emilia’s boyfriend approached them, and she freed herself from his grip

“Emilia!” She rushed forward, catching Emilia before she collapsed completely. Emilia’s breath was ragged, her hands gripping Annie’s arms with what little strength she had left. “Izzy… she…” Annie leaned in closer. “What? What did she do?” Emilia’s eyes were wild, desperate. “She’s not pregnant.” Silence. Then— Melisa swore under her breath. Annie’s grip tightened. “Are you sure?” Emilia nodded weakly. “She faked it. The healer knew… but Izzy—” Her voice broke. “She killed her.”

Krista asked as she got to her feet. "Chloe says that your cock is always hard," Emily said as they walked towards Zach's room. "Did she?" Zach asked, looking at a smiling Chloe. "My husband's cock is only 5" and he cums really fast, then he's done," Emily said. "Isn't she just the cutest?" Chloe said when they got to the room and Emily removed her bikini top to reveal her small breasts with tiny brown nipples. "I can't wait to see that big cock of yours in her pussy," she said as she knelt down and pulled Emily's bikini bottom down to reveal her hairless clamshell pussy, then stood up and removed her own bikini, her large breasts with their big brown nipples hard and jutting out, her dark-t

The goat Emilia was holding was the rascal of the herd with many injuries and half a left ear. Ira watched as Emilia tended the poor animal who struggled against her wildly. She was so much changed from the dainty queen who came to her doorstep with tears in her eyes, eyes set in a pale face. Her skin was darker as compared to when she had shown up with smooth skin and her hair was braided down her back without pins. She still had sadness in her eyes from time to time but mostly she worked around the farm and in the barn to a point of exhaustion. She appeared to enjoy working but Ira knew better, she worked to distract herself during the day so that at night when she fell into her bed she wo

Chapter 6: The Encounter Emilia stood on the sidewalk, watching as the sports car sped away into the distance. Her mind was racing with thoughts - what just happened? Was the world running mad? All she wanted to do was ask for the name of the city she was in, since she had no memories of anything. But the woman's behavior had been weird, repeatedly calling her "sister Emilia" and even kneeling before her. Emilia dismissed the thoughts, thinking maybe the woman had mistaken her for someone else. What she needed to do was find her family, if she had one. But if she did have a family, why hadn't they come looking for her? Were they alive or dead? These and many more questions filled her head, m