Crazy Emilia Novels & Stories

She looked young, maybe in her late twenties, her cheeks already tinged pink as her gaze bounced between me and Liam. Oh, I knew exactly why she was here. "Hi," she said, voice soft but eager. "My name is Emilia." I almost laughed. Girl, I don't need your name—I need your money. Smiling sweetly, I said, "That's nice. How many crates are you buying?" She blinked, caught off guard. "Oh, um... how much for the berries?" Ah. I see. She wasn't introducing herself to me. She was introducing herself to Liam. Smart girl. But not smart enough. I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice like I was letting her in on a secret. "Can I tell you something?"

Replied the girl as she kept running, giving them the middle finger. This made them more angry. "You are so dead May." That's her name, May. The one who is being chased by her ex boyfriend Caleb for breaking up two minutes ago. What's wrong with breaking up? Why is she being chased? How did she end up like this? EARLIER

Emilia demands, making me recount the details of my predicament and explaining how I ended up in a patient's uniform. "Is he crazy? I can't believe that husband of yours is a real jerk! How could he include such a clause in the contract and treat you like a slave?" Emilia rants in anger, directing her tirade at Alex. But what I want is for her to focus on the situation with my fake pregnancy and how to save Vivian, but she seems to be totally fixated on a different topic.

"Now, dear Charlie, do you think you can move out from the door? Let me in?" He tilts his hand and moves aside, "Maybe." I enter and find Emilia in the leaving room. She's eating popcorn, her eyes glued to the television, lying on the sofa. "Hey, blonde," I sit on her legs. "What are you watching?" "Ouch!" she shrieks. "That hurts! You have to understand my legs can't take your fifty-five kg weighed butt." She glances at the clock. "Actually, it's fifty-two."

I can count the number of people Alexis likes; apart from my mother, the next person is Brandon and her former nanny who left. Now she likes Harley and it is pissing me off. Amelia seems to like Harley too and even her mother. I wonder what they see in her whereas all I can see is a stubborn, crazy woman who is here for nothing good. Did she come here on purpose just to take her revenge on me for what I did to her by not letting her get a job? Did she know that I was behind it? I heard she is Chelsea's friend and I wonder if she knew all along that Chelsea and I are related, then she decided to use this to her advantage.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

“I had my sperm taken. You can always ask Kelvin, and everything will reply to you when you are in it. Emilia watched him channel the discussion in another direction but she was clever enough to know he was not ready to discuss it. “We should go to the theater; I know you love watching cartoons and one just came out.” Emilia turned to him, all smiles. “Really?” she giggled at the inner child in her resurfacing. Fredrick was more than pleased to see her so freely behave in his presence. Elena of Avalor played on the huge screen, and with every twist came giggles and gasps from Emilia.

She was so pissed that I could almost see steams wriggling out of her ears. I had hardly managed to avoid telling her Huracio’s dick size, spinning a web of lies on how I lost my virginity. I tried to make it look like I was lured into it, but when I saw how angry she was, I started thinking of how to turn the anger away from Huracio. What if she decides to confront him? Emilia is like a mother hen and she is good at fighting dirty if it calls for it. “Emilia. It's not like that. He didn't force himself. I was overwhelmed and careless. You know how I have always wanted to go to Milan."

They were everywhere, laughing and playing like there tomorrow would never come. It breathed life into Cassidy’s cheerful walk, which soon fizzled out when I heard Emilia’s voice. “You should’ve known better than to come back around here.” Emilia said, appearing from the side of a pale-yellow house whose front porch was in the beginning stages of construction. Even as a child her champagne eyes were bright and her voice a high soprano that reminded me of a robin’s song. Those eyes of hers narrowed into little slits and her hands became fists that trembled at her sides.

Crazy Wife Gotta be brave! Barry!"I ran inside to hug him so close as more tears ran through my eyes wetting his cloth. No. Mum isn't right. I wouldn't leave Barry. I wouldn't get married again. I refused to be a ball passed around. I refuse to become useless I feel Barry's hand rubbing my back slowly soothing every pain I had. But I cried the more tightening the hug I gave him We might remain like this till God knows when!