Emilia Book Novels & Stories

“Especially Esmerelda. Not only has she seen a lot, but she’s had to get herself out of some pretty sticky situations when she uncovered things that people didn’t want uncovered.” Killian looked at me admiringly. “It takes a special kind of person to do your kind of work.” “So, Esmerelda, why did you have blood in your mouth?” she asked. “When I was in that trunk, I found a crowbar. When they opened the trunk, I belted one guy in the head with it. I cracked his skull, but I think he’s still alive. The other guy grabbed me before I could swing at him so I bit him in the neck. Unfortunately, I bit harder than expected into his jugular. I got a bit of his flesh and his blood in my mouth.”

"Is Emelia there with you?" "Yes, father you may speak now." "Ok I went to consult the books but I didn't find anything so I went to the elders. They say that if you mark Emelia that the baby will become a werewolf. She will also only be pregnant for 5 months instead of 9 months. This has only happened once in about 5000 years. That is why there was nothing in the books. The only thing is that even though the baby will be a werewolf that he won't have Alpha powers. So the choice is yours and Emelia's."

Enzo dropped onto his back in the grass. “The bookworm beat us,” he groaned. “I’ll never recover from this.” “Perhaps you should read more,” Silas replied. “They say it exercises the legs.” Laughter filled the clearing. Even Fenrir, who rarely smiled, let out a rough chuckle. I looked at Emili. She was sitting in the grass, the last of the partial fur retracting, her bare skin glowing in the sunset light. She looked at me with an expression that combined amusement, lingering desire, and something softer I didn’t dare name for fear it might disappear.

Veronica, at my behest, had deliberately bound her in cumbersome fabrics, and my guards had mercilessly whipped off her clothes one by one until Emilia lay before me, in pain and disarray. I had expected tears and pleas for mercy from her. As Veronica uncovered her face, I saw a pair of eyes that told me I might have underestimated her. Emilia always seemed too fragile; her fair face with a pair of deep green eyes evoked thoughts of serene, tranquil forests, devoid of any aggression.

Not because I was disgusted but because someone else was touching what was mine. Emilia remained on the bed, hair disheveled and her chest rising and falling in quick breaths. Her lips were parted, her thighs still trembling, and her eyes were fixed on me. She tried to mask the fear within them but I could see it. We were alone and it frightened her.

"That dark granite the previous owners had looked like a mausoleum. You have such an eye for these things, Emilka." For the next fifteen minutes, the conversation flowed with an easy, practiced rhythm. We complained about contractor delays and gossiped about a mutual friend's disastrous charity gala. Evelyn was completely in her element, vibrant, witty, and entirely engaged. It was so easy to slip into the old familiarity, to remember why I had always valued her. She was the one person in this family who had never made me feel like an outsider. But every time the car slowed down in traffic, my mind raced. Was Damian truly stuck in that boardroom, a victim of his boss's sudden demands? Or was

Nora said, and my attention snapped back to them. True to her words, Emilia had wet patches spreading across her chest. “I’m like a fucking cow, and my baby daddy is out here buying body wash and fainting,” Emilia scoffed before lifting one of her babies. “Daddy’s a big doodyhead, isn’t he?” she cooed. I blinked. Was that a boy or a girl? “I’m holding the girl. My boy is in the crib,” Emilia said, like she could hear my confusion.

Emilia was eleven months old now. The house was filled with childlike glucksen, the scent of fresh coffee and the quiet sums of Alexander when he carried his daughter through the rooms. On a sunny morning Lena sat on the kitchen table with Emilia. The Baby kaute concentrated on a piece of banana around and saw his mother with big, dark eyes on. “Well, sweetheart?” Lena whispered and dragged her over the cheek. “You still want more?’ Emilia gave a cheerful sound of herself and stretched her arms after her mother

“Are you sure about this?” Emilia asked one final time. She held a book, large and heavy, full of flying specks of dust that would’ve had a human coughing fits. It was a spell book. Full of ancient spells that were pretty forbidden… and also illegal. But what greater hypocrites are there than the ones who hold power. Right?... ‘Ugh… if Alastair finds out about this…’ “It’s be convenient if you just told Alastair about this”.

After this Athen went back to Hugo to tell him about rebellion group. Emilia who was still deciding for a way came to conclusion that if she can't be a whore she can work as a maid in palace, she thought of doing little work like cooking and cleaning and this way she will keep an eye on every situation inside palace. Emilia needed someone to help her get inside the palace, she saw some women who was working in the yard outside palace and decided to approach them. She went and asked if she could work there, Emilia told women she will work for free she just need to work, women agreed they couldn't ask for more than someone working free for them. Emilia got access to palace now, she was filled