Crazy Emilia Novels & Stories

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

I replied "What is that supposed to mean, why? Testing you for what, I know he despises you but still, you haven't been in his business for a while now" Emilia said, I couldn't even reply "Was I that obsessed with him?" I asked her while still holding my heart as we walked to the car "You have no idea, you would cry when he doesn't look at you which is often, you act all different and cute when he is around hoping he notices you, you even show up to his event uninvited, he once called you crazy and you didn't eat for the entire day"

She waved her hand in the air. “Come here, Mimmo.” He called out to her and she made her way onto the small stage. “When Emiliana was only eight she told me she only ever wanted to travel the world, to see the beautiful continents and broaden her horizons.” The room exploded into laughter as Emilio draped his arm over her shoulders. Emiliana sank under his weight and embarrassment, clearly not enjoying being under the limelight. “Yes, those were her words.” Emilio squeezed her gently and laughed heartily. “But now, Emiliana will be broadening her horizons as the next CEO of Magnone’s. So raise your glasses everyone! This might be the end of my venture, but it is the start of Emiliana’s.” Emi

Honestly, she isn’t surprised to hear Emily’s mother wasn’t a saint. “Emilia hated her life, envious of the rich people whose houses she cleaned. Can’t blame her, though. Imagine struggling to survive while those people spent your monthly salary on a single lunch.” Aunt Gilda wipes Cassie’s face with the pads. Cassie still can’t wrap her head around it. Is Aunt Gilda pulling her leg or something? “Anyway, let me cut to the chase.” Gilda continues, dabbing her skin. “Miriam said one day Emilia disappeared for months. Then she came back to the neighborhood as…” Aunt Gilda suddenly stops talking.

"Larry quickly said. "You're a bozo!"Annie screamed. "A bozo?,well,since it's you, I'm happy to be a bozo. Your bozo."Larry replied. "If I stay with you I will just go crazy!"Annie yelled. "Yes,I will drive you crazy with roses,with care,with red, everything."Larry replied. Annie opened her mouth and glanced sideways then scoffed. She tucked her hair behind her ears and nodded. "I see,for a man who chained me to the her to take advantage of me is really crazy. So why I'm I really shocked?"

The cheeky grin on his face only angered me. Dropping from his horse with ease, he walked over to me. A hand lay in the air for me to take. I blinked at it, confused till he pointed out Emilio's hind leg. The poor thing was wabbling on just three legs, trying not to put pressure on the last one. Walking over to his side, I tried touching it when the stranger grabbed my hand. "Don't!" Emilio neighed when he noticed how close I was to his injury. "What's wrong with him?" I asked the stranger.

This cute lady was ruffled at the waist with her eyes fixed on the door. "Damn Mendez! If I hadn't bought that private jet your company produced, you would have gone bankrupt!" Feli cursed. Shortly after, she hit herself on the head. "What was I thinking?! Idiot! His company is so big, he definitely won't lose money just because one person canceled the purchase of the private jet he produced. Arrrhhhhggg!!! I'm really going to go crazy soon! I hope this mission is over soon before I go completely insane in this country!" Feli walked over to pick up the cloth she had thrown while grumbling.

“Why? You want to marry Clarisa, not marry me, huh?” Jake was furious with himself. Syila is indeed crazy. He knew she was the same as him. They are the same when it comes to beds, both crazy and brutal. The thing that made Jake like Syila the most, because Syila could match him, she was expressive, not shy like other women he had slept with. Acting like an innocent girl, but apparently she's not as innocent as the cover. It's different from Syila who is originally innocent, but acts the opposite instead. Totally wild and brutal.

“I heard some rumors of you roaming quarters where you shouldn’t be. Is this what you normally wear out? My heart was in my mouth in seconds, but I smiled to hide the terror. Did someone see me going into that sex club? “Well France is a big country, your sources have to be more specific.” She laughed, “And so is Chile, I see that your stay must’ve been great, you are glowing. Is that from the sun or a hotblooded Chilean hunk?” “I guess you’d have to pay your sources handsomely to get that scoop, Celia.” I winked at her. I was proud of my flary showmanship and so was dad based on the chipper grin on his face behind the cameraman.

“To what? I place my hand on the table and lean on it, “It must have to be something epic.” “I don’t actually know who will like it. It wasn’t somethi-” She sighs and throws all caution to the wind, “The Crazy Hybrid Of A Mate, that’s the name.” “It sounds cool and so me,” I say, staring at my sister, who nods, not understanding. I hear a groan from Angel Writes and I turn to see her with closed eyes. “I apologize for making you act so crazy.” I look at her strangely. “Girl, this has been the greatest idea you’ve ever had. I love the craziness and I am glad that someone finally accepts that I am crazy,, not stupid.”