Emilia Book Novels & Stories

“Where did you get this?” “I sent a maid,” she said casually. “Told her what to look for. She brought back three. This one felt the most like me.” Lucien raised a brow. “You sent a maid.” Emilia nodded, her eyes glittering. “I’ve been… building things.” “Such as?” “Loyalty,” she said simply. “Making friends. Learning who can be trusted. Who talks too much. Who would tell me what they see.” Lucien’s expression flickered, equal parts surprise and admiration.

“Alright, let’s see what kind of stuff you read.” “Liam—” “Oh wow, this guy just gazed into her stormy eyes,” I say, smirking as I skim the text. “His grip tightened on her waist, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered—” Emilia lunges for the book, her face burning. “Stop.” I hold it out of reach, chuckling. “What? This is quality content.” “Give it back.” I grin. “You want me to read out loud? Might really help with the distraction.”

Her eyes widened when she noticed that, and she was about to say something when Portia said, "Camelia, I'll handle this. Now look here, girl, I'm asking you a simple question. What did you do for my son, that he chose you?" "It's none of your business why I chose her, Portia," said a male voice from inside. I swear I know that voice; it sounded so familiar. Could it be... "Lorenzo!" Portia said without ceremony. I gasped slightly. There could be more than one Emilio, right? This was Italy after all. "You'll stay away from my affairs, Portia. You have no right to interrogate Emily like that." Portia and Cosima gave me looks and turned to go in. And that's when I had a good look at him. It was

"Go to your room now... I don't want to see you." His voice trembled. He was trying to stop himself from crying. He turned quickly and went upstairs to his room. The moment he disappeared from sight, Emilia approached me with a disgusting, gloating smile. "You deserve this." She said it maliciously, laughing softly. I was crying hard, my body shaking with every sob. She stopped in front of me and reached out to touch the place where my father had slapped me. "Oh God... poor thing. There's no one standing by your side now. Your mother is in hell... your brother forgot all about you... now your father knows your real worth too."

"Wow wow wow, easy lady. I'm not here to fight you, but just to do what you asked me, and about what happened in the past… I would like to apologize about it and also…" "You can keep your stupid apology and shove it into your ass, you bastard," Emilia said angrily and then stormed into her house. But what exactly happened? Why did her parents send her out of the house and claim she ran away from home for no reason? What exactly did she experience that made her have all this hatred in her? Maybe I have been really hard on her, maybe my approach towards her when she first barged into my life after five years was wrong. Maybe what I should really have done was to try and understand her, try and

Matilda jumped down from Niki's bed and dashed out through the door. Niki got up also and followed her. Her leg got tangled with the foot mat as she ran to the front door. She tossed the foot mat aside, and continued running. The lock seemed difficult to crack at that moment, as Matilda struggled with it. It opened eventually and with the help of the door knob, she opened the door so wide. Matilda peeped outside, looking from her left to her right but did not see anyone. She came down to the pavement trying to look around for that one person.

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

She chattered about table settings and guest lists while Emelia helped her sort through invitations at the dining table. Emelia tried to stay busy. She went for long walks in the neighborhood, visited an old friend from high school for coffee, and even spent an afternoon reading by the pool. But her mind kept drifting back to Marcus and the pieces of his secret she had managed to collect so far. The more she thought about it, the more questions she had.

“I repeat, no woman on the face of this earth deserves to grace my bed” “None of them!” I snorted, my voice deep and stern. Emilia’s eyes went wide with surprise, her breath still as I starred into her eyes intensely. “All these women want just one thing”. “My money!”. “And I will make sure they get all of it.” “You know why?” Emilia shook her head, her face twisted with fear. “Because I will get all the pleasure that I want from them”. “Now, put an end to this foolishness and get back to work”.

Morgan, it might be her sister. Emma and Alex tracked Lila to a small art gallery in Portland. They approached her cautiously, explaining the situation in hushed tones. Lila was skeptical at first, her arms crossed defensively, but as Emma spoke about the danger to her family and the horrors hidden within The Collective, something shifted in Lila’s eyes. "I haven’t spoken to Eliza in years," Lila admitted, her voice soft. "But if she’s mixed up in this, I’ll help you. Just… promise me you’ll keep her safe."