Crazy Emilia Novelas e Histórias

She lived happily with Raoul until old age and died peacefully before moving on to another world without any memories. Then, what about Emilio? Well, although he mostly looks crazy, he also split his soul into three. Emilio in the first world is a melancholic man. He's quiet, and the perfect embodiment and puppet for Melisa. It was only after Ariana died that his evil nature began to emerge. He killed many people, and fell completely into madness.

She hadn't intended for things to escalate this way, but a lot of forces at play even she couldn't control. When Emma had first come to her as a personal assistant, she had recognized something in her, a resilience. But she never imagined that Emma would become such a central piece in this dangerous game. Jeff’s threats were the tipping point. His sudden appearance had brought chaos to her carefully structured world. She clenched her fists at the thought of him. Jeff. He was unpredictable, but she knew his methods well enough to anticipate what was coming next.

She tried to escape, and that was it. I can't put my finger on it, but I think El might be pregnant again. “Daddy, Daddy, look. Isn't it pretty?” Isla came running, holding yet another bug. This girl will be the death of me. “Very pretty, baby, but don't put it in your mouth.” “Why? It's very pretty.”

And yes, he's being surprisingly romantic. Emilia: KNEW IT. I knew he had it in him. That man is falling for you, I'm calling it now. Me: It's not like that. We're just enjoying the trip. Emilia: Keep telling yourself that, babe. Meanwhile, I'm over here booking my own trip to Paris because your pictures are making me want to cry. Me: Do it. You'd love it here. Emilia: Need to find a rich husband first. Know anyone?

Emilia scoffed back, protesting that no one could handle Peyton Incorporation better than her. “ Well, carry on with whatever you were doing before I interrupted. Do have a good night.” She said before leaving for Lucia’s room. It was already late so Lucia was already home from her check up. “ Yeah you too. We have a busy day tomorrow Emilia.” Liam replied, disappearing into the bathroom. “ Do have fun okay love.” Lucia said giving Emilia a kiss on her forehead. They were about leaving for Italy. Emilia knew that this was going to be like a holiday for her. She wasn’t planning on spending it with Liam as it would look really weird. She just wanted a break from all this drama and this trip to

' "But you used protection, right?" Aerys asked Emilia after noticing that Emilia ate what she avoided and, at the same time, avoided what she liked to eat. 'She's not pregnant. Right? I mean, from what Emilia said, It's a one-night-stand.' A few months have passed when Emilia has visited the hospital and confirmed that she was indeed pregnant. Aerys has kept updated on what Emilia has been up to these days. She was also aware of Emilia's plans to resign from her job.

Being pregnant wasn’t really what Camila thought it was going to be. She threw up almost every morning and had very weird cravings throughout the entire day. Her temper was a very high notch and Roman even got annoyed. She could hardly do much because she felt sick all the time so Roman became her personal caretaker.

Emilia immediately grimaced in discomfort. "Sorry if Cody bothers you, sir. I'm really sorry, but Eva isn't at home, and Cody is crying because he's looking for his mother," Emilia said, making Jasper nod in understanding. "I see," "I'm really sorry if Cody's crying bothers you. By the way, my name is Emilia Robinson, and I am Eva's best friend.” Emilia stretched her hand toward Jasper. Jasper greeted Emilia's handshake in a friendly manner. "I'm pleased to meet you. Uh, may I know where Eva is? Is she working late and not coming home?” Jasper asked. Emilia smiled, then shook her head.

Nora said, and my attention snapped back to them. True to her words, Emilia had wet patches spreading across her chest. “I’m like a fucking cow, and my baby daddy is out here buying body wash and fainting,” Emilia scoffed before lifting one of her babies. “Daddy’s a big doodyhead, isn’t he?” she cooed. I blinked. Was that a boy or a girl? “I’m holding the girl. My boy is in the crib,” Emilia said, like she could hear my confusion.

“Where had you been? We were about to leave.” Emilia grinned at all of us. “Sorry for the holdup. I wanted to know about the wedding packages here.” “Why? Do you have a groom in mind?” asked Tony, and we chuckled. “Well, not yet. I would if you’d be interested.” She laughed at the jaw-dropped look on Tony’s face. “Just kidding. It’s for my cousin. I’m Emilia Garcia. Well, what should I call you?” She held out her hand to a shocked and smitten Tony.