Crazy Emilia Novels & Stories

Lola flashed Emilia a smile, Emilia avert her gaze, only to steal another glance two seconds later. Curses, this Asti girl smiled so sweetly, and she smelled good. Caesar addressed Emilia, "Let's talk." Emilia remained silent, and before departing, she looked back at Lola, who had resumed her seat on the carpet, absentmindedly tossing darts. Emilia had observed her for five minutes through the window earlier, convinced Lola was clumsy and aimless. Not a single dart had hit its target. But by some stroke of luck, Lola's dart struck the bullseye, eliciting a joyous exclamation after a brief five-second silence.

Emma is stunned, but she knows that for her not to incur this man’s wrath, she must answer all his questions. “Yes, Master Milan.” Emma says. “I will tell you.” Milan smiles tightly. “Good. I am all ears.” He says. “Well…” Emma begins. “Emilia is a free-spirited soul, and she does not let things get to her, except it really gets to her. She does not like being told what to do, and this is because she is very wise. She thinks that whatever decision she makes for herself is the best, so she does not want to be bullied into doing what she does not want to do.” Emma says.

CASSANDRA'S POV I couldn't tell whether what I had done had actually worked on her. For one, Emilia was a very strange person, you can never fully know what will get to her and what will not. But I had hope that even for her emotionless being, this should be able to do the job. And it did.

I laughed, finding her shock funny. “It’s just…” She stared at me for a moment before shaking her head with a light laugh. “Never mind.” Emilia tilted her head, studying me. “Okay, tell me everything. Who is she? What’s she like?” I leaned back, letting the question settle. “She’s… amazing,” I said finally. Emilia rolled her eyes. “That’s vague. Come on, Matteo. Details.” “She’s smart,” I said. “And funny. She doesn’t put up with my crap, which is refreshing.”

(eg when Kayley speaks, the format will be as this: Kayley ~ “Mike, what an awesome surprise. Where have you been?” Full adaptation will be dependent on the popularity of the old Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of My Crazy Normal. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ******************** I have never been a normal person; I have never done things the normal way, I have never lived by any of the normal rules or even met people the normal way. My normal is crazy, and I only live by my crazy rules. My name is Kaylee. This is my story, the story of my crazy normal world.

The whole crowd whispers and I drag Emilio down. “Who’s the crazy clown, Emilio?” I ask in fear. “A copy cat,” he says, standing right back up. “How do you know he's a copy cat?” “Baby girl?” Achilles says. “Emilio is the crazy clown.”

Amelia looked directly at Daisy with a friendly smile. The first thing Amelia noticed about Daisy was that she didn't have a particularly striking or eye-catching appearance. Daisy's face bore a large scar, and her hair was disheveled, almost resembling a fashion disaster. However, Daisy's smile conveyed a friendly, comfortable feeling, and her demeanor was polite and refined.

“You leaked those photos. You set her up. You let her believe she was falling for someone who actually gave a damn.” “I do give a damn.” My voice was low but firm. Mila’s expression didn’t soften. “Then fix it. But don’t show up here expecting her to play house with you again.” Before I could respond, a crash sounded from behind her. A glass. Shattered. My heart seized. “Emery?” Mila turned, and I pushed past her. Emery stood in the living room, hands trembling, eyes glassy. A news broadcast played silently on the TV behind her. The screen showed an image of her and Tobias from years ago, a headline scrolling beneath it in bold, cruel letters:

Argghhh I can't lose this job, at least not yet. Mama's illness needs money. I walk out of my desk and halt halfway to the elevator. Who's supposed to replace me when I leave here? Where am I supposed to find Regina? Still thinking, the sound of heels on the hard floor gets my attention. A brunette walks to me boldly, her heels seem to do a great job on her height, her curves so obvious from her short jade gown. She blows a bubble from the gum in her mouth and there is a loud sound from it. "Stop staring at me like that, it's obnoxious" she rolls her eyes.

Marcelo~ "Are you mad at me?" She asked me for the umpteenth time. "No." I answered her, taking off my shirt that had been ruined with her vomit stains. Drunk Emilia was definitely something, as I haven't really been exposed to this side of her before. As I tossed the shirt into the hamper, Emilia stumbled towards me, her eyes glassy and unfocused. I caught her by the elbows, steadying her as she swayed precariously.