Crazy Emilia Novels & Stories

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.

While the orphanage was her home, she did have a son who blessed her with a precious granddaughter. Emilia can be described as a real chatterbox. She did not know when to stop and has often been referred to as the news channel of the pack. She knew just every gossip and just like her mouth could not hold it in from spreading, so did her thoughts. It would optend go wild and she would say things she wasn't meant to.

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.

she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling just enough to betray her. “What’s crazy is you second-guessing our agreement at the last minute,” came the smooth, clipped response from the woman beside her. Emelia Aldridge, Lucian’s mother, didn't even look up from her tablet. She was the personification of old money: powerful, elegant, and as cold as a winter breeze across a frozen lake. She was the mastermind behind this twisted charade, the woman who had scoured the city to find a voice actress with the exact vocal timber of her son's runaway bride.

“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:

He wanted to know what her response and reaction would be. “Deduct it. I can’t starve myself in your mansion. So I would gladly let you deduct it.” She responded walking away. Landon laughed softly at her speech. He doesn’t think she would ever stop being egocentric. Kimberly got to her room, opened the pizza box, and began to devour the pizza without thinking twice. She was way too hungry to start to argue with Landon. A message popped into her phone and she threw the last part of the pizza in her hand into her mouth. She picked up her phone and unlocked it.

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.