Crazy Emilia Novels & Stories

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?

Since her parents died when she still very young, an early age of 7, she could only focus on trying to survive without being trampled upon. So yes, she had never been touched by a man, or woman. She didn’t know what it felt like to be held by a man, well not until earlier today. She was barely managing to not loose her sanity in front of Liam Kings. Inside, she was a complete mess. Emilia started craving for things that she never gave so much thought to. When he came close to her she could swear that her breathe seized And his hands on her waist. Good lord! He knew how to work his hands, she gave him that.

' "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.

She didn’t answer, just kept munching on a pickle dipped in caramel I'd imported from South America because, apparently, the ones in Italy were too salty. “I don’t want to talk about it, Raffael,” she sighed. I watched her take another bite. Emilia didn’t even like caramel. Now she was drowning her pickles in it. I drew in a slow breath, holding onto the last thread of my patience. It was wearing thin. “Emilia,” I said again. She arched a brow at me slow and deliberate before sliding another pickle between her lips. My gaze followed the movement before I could stop myself. She bit down lazily, caramel clinging to the corner of her mouth. Then she licked it off unhurried, almost absentminded.

“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.

Violet cursed in frustration. Disregarding the money Emilia had tossed aside, Violet proceeded toward the cable car station. As she reached the station, Violet found herself unexpectedly face-to-face with Emilia. Tension hung thick in the air as their paths crossed once more. Emilia couldn't fathom why this persistent old woman wouldn't disappear. Why was she following her all the way here? Before Violet could board the cable car, Emilia quipped, "Hey, what's your deal, old lady? Is this your regular hangout spot or something? I already tossed some cash your way earlier. Why are you still hanging around?"

"I was the reason why you died. You would still be alive if I hadn't found out that you were the wife of the former assassin of Black Eagle. And that was Dave. Did you haunt me? That's why everyone is coming back to me and my son what I did? I want to get rid of the memories we had, Maya. I hate you even though you've rotted underground. I still won't give up." Emilia is truly heartless even after several years. Her insecurities and anger that drives her soul to kill her best friend. ** FOURTH day and Vladimir still has no sign of Maria. His staff continued to bring and pick him up, but not even once in four days, he still did not come to work. It was speculated and talked about in the offic