Emilia Book Novels & Stories

Thankfully she answered after 3 rings, just hearing her voice had the hot tears rolling down my cheeks. Pull yourself together,Emilia. But that was merely impossible. [PHONE CALL]"Hello" [PHONE CALL]"Claire.."I sniffed back tears."It's me..It's Emilia!"As I cried outside the bus station I noticed that I had drawn some attention. People were watching my emotional display. [PHONE CALL]She gasped."Milly! Oh My God!! Please,Tell me you did the right thing and got the hell out of there?" [PHONE CALL]"I'm at the bus station. I didn't know what to do..I didn't know where to go?"Another bus pulled into the station,the bright light causing me to turn in the opposite direction.

Sometimes in order to avoid nightmares she would stay awake at night and study. Amelia was getting restless. She had found a beautiful way to use her profession in this place and there was no decision made on it yet. She would ask Zaila about it everyday, but Zaila didn’t have the answers. Amelia had lost interest in playing with the parakeets too. One day out of frustration she almost snapped at Zaila, “Where is your king? Why hasn’t he come to meet me? I am not his prisoner. I want to go out and taste my freedom!” Zaila bowed and replied politely, “Sorry for your inconvenience my lady, but the king is fighting the demons of the eighth realm who have attacked the frontiers in order to loot

’ Amelia asked in her mind before walking away back to the library with Helga and Maisy on her back, following quietly behind her and Iago walking behind them. Amelia picked out a book and sat down carefully on her couch before opening her book to read. Maisy smiles at Amelia suspiciously which made Amelia laugh. “Why are you smiling like that, Maisy?” she asked. Maisy's smile grew wider when she heard Amelia’s question. “Hehe, nothing young madam. I’m just feeling happy today” she said and giggled.

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.

Like they were a perfect match, he seem to be jumping from woman to woman, pfft. I couldn’t say a word. I just stared. Richard didn’t speak another word. His eyes didn’t blink. He just looked straight at Serena, his expression unreadable. Elena’s eyes landed on me, and for a moment, her smile widened just a little. “I’ve heard so much about you, Emilia,” she said smoothly. “It’s nice to finally meet.” as she reached out for a handshake. "Emilia Carson, but you already knew that," I said watching her closely while smiling.

He pressed me against the bathroom wall, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I could feel him, hot and hard, against me. I moaned, rocking my hips in time with his, desperate for friction. He groaned, his hands tightening on my thighs, and I knew he shared my desire. "Please," I begged again, my voice shaky. “Em… Emilia." A voice cut through the haze. Distant but unmistakable. I froze, the passion-filled bubble paused as reality intruded. Who was that? It wasn’t Mary… no, that voice was too deep.

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

We all look over when we hear a cry and find Emyria up on a chair while her brothers are still on the floor. “How did she get up there?” Devon asked. “I don’t know but her brothers are not happy with this development.” Nate points out. We sit there and watch the two of them try and pull themselves up to get to her, but they can’t seem to figure it out. Emyria just sits there looking like a princess on her throne. I smile at this. I am sure she wants to get away from her brothers and be by herself. We watch as she leans up in the arm of the chair and floats her way over to the couch. This makes the boys cry even louder. I look at Devon and Nate; their jaws are almost on the floor. I

he gasps, “I saw it.” With that I froze on my spot, again. How on earth did he saw that thing?! “Someone send it to me.” He must’ve read my thoughts and answered the question I had in mind. He can’t know about that. I can’t risk Celine to his schemes! “Was it someone or was it always your plan?” I accused. “Where is she, Emilia?” he asked again. “She’s not yours.” I answered. And twisted the knob open, leaving him on the spot where he should be.

This is my unhappy ending. ______________________ Emilia’s POV—Age 7 Bang! My heart stops and I frantically look around as I hear someone banging on the front door. My heart jumps in my throat and I immediately jump out of my bed and rush to my parents’ room. My dad meets me in the hallway, and he looks tired as he crouches down in front of me. “Emilia,” he whispers, his voice gravelly. “I prayed I had more time before this happened, more time for me to explain…more time for you to understand everything going on around you…understand my decisions…but they are coming to collect their payment.”