Novel & Cerita Emilia Biblical Meaning

Like a little angel. His grandfather smiled, then shakily ran a finger across her cheek. “Pretty child.” “What is her name?” “Emilia. Emilia Caine.” Gabriel smiled proudly. Yes, she was pretty. That much was true. “Such a pity.” “Pity?” Gabriel asked and his grandfather nodded. “Such a pity what happened to her mother. Who was she again?” He asked and Gabriel started stammering. “Uhm.. uhm… Her name was Suzie..”

“Catalina Varela. Though Lucien used to call me mi reina. My queen.” The name hit Emilia like a slap. Lucien. She was connected to him. Not as an enemy. As something else. Catalina crouched down, her gaze roaming over Emilia like a critic analyzing flawed art. “You’re smaller than I expected. Softer.” Her lips curved. “Is this really what he risks everything for now?” Emilia flinched at the cruelty behind the words. She didn’t speak.

Her shoulders relax, and she gives me a grateful look. “Thank you. My name is Emlda. I am the Goddess of faes and magic, so I am also the Goddess of witches and warlocks.” People swallow when she says that. Milan and Ashless hurriedly stand to bow, but Emlda waves her hands. “That will not be necessary.” She says, looking at Ivy insead and sighing. Ivy in turn crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. “Goddess Emelda..” “Please, just Emelda. We are all family.” She answers with a small smile, tearing her eyes from her angry daughter. Ivy’s aura is building to something suffocating and dangerous. I sigh.

She could never forget that voice. “Come back to me. I know I made a mistake, but Fredrick is not who he says he is. We all know he is the illegitimate son of my father. He was born of a mistress and can never be alpha. So come back to me.” Emilia laughed hard. This was the pettiest thing she had heard in a while.

However, I patiently explained that my intention was to bring our children closer to their mother and to court Sophia. Surprisingly, Emilia eventually relented, even giving me a reassuring pat on the back. Although she agreed, she has yet to move in with us as she had an important mission that she embarked on yesterday. I have no doubt that Emilia, driven by her unwavering determination, will soon join us in this new home. Her presence has always been steadfast, following me wherever I go.

Immediately, she remembered what Emilia — Esther's mother — had told her before she died after giving birth to Esther. "Please protect her," Emilia said, crying. "He will find her one day and come for her. Please protect her…" Emilia said as her eyes closed slowly. "Who is he?" Miss Parker asked. "He…He…His na…na…me is Pe…ars Wo…wo…" Emilia said, struggling to complete his name but couldn't, and she passed out. Miss Parker didn't really catch the name clearly. All she could think about was the baby beside her that was crying. She carried the baby, named her Esther, and said to herself, "This is your mother's dying wish, and I shall protect you with my life."

Caesar protected her like an animal protecting its newborn cubs, and Lady Salleri didn't want to argue with Caesar about this, after all— Lola gave birth to Antonio, no matter how much Lady Salleri disliked the people of the Asti clan, she had to make silent concessions for the sake of the child. Emilia rarely spoke to her parents, she had tasted the flavor of being under surveillance, which strengthened her determination to save the people of the Asti clan. The teachings she had received from childhood were about integrity and justice, and now that she had witnessed the suffering of a nation, she refused to be an oppressor. Even if it meant estrangement from her parents, she wouldn't turn b

It seems since she came into the place, everything in her life has restructured. Her anger no longer got the worst of her, she no longer has her nightmares and she is_she might be falling in love. With her mate. Her, Emilia has a mate. A Lycan King for that matter. Emilia knew what is happening. This is the goddess trying to wag a tasty chunk of meat in front of her nostrils so that just when she is about to grab it, it would be yanked off, leaving her more hungry and miserable than before. It was part of the punishment she had to suffer for her sin. Emilia knew she deserved it, she deserved everything cruel life has to offer her, but still, she couldn't help but hope. Hope for a miracle.

Bridgette had chosen her name during one of our quiet nights together. “Emilia,” she said softly. “It means strength, resilience—everything she is.” I couldn’t have agreed more. As I held Emilia in my arms one evening, watching her tiny fingers curl around mine, I realized that everything we’d endured had led to this moment. Bridgette joined me on the couch, leaning her head against my shoulder. “We’ve come a long way,” she said. “And we’ll keep going,” I replied. “For her. For us.”

"Over the years I have stayed on earth, I have never seen a mother like you. Aren't mothers supposed to love their children and not insult them? What I see here is you wanting money and when you didn't get any from her, she became an enemy." "And who do you think you are?" she asked and moved her gaze to Bethany. "One of the men you fuck around with? You dare bring him here?" she question and rose her hand to slap Bethany but Jordan caught it half way. "Doing that isn't something I will advice. She is holding a baby." Emilia struggled to free her hand from his hold but he was too strong. "Let go of me and get out of my house." she screamed out attracting the neighbors to them. "You devils, g